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DOCAS 


THE  INDIAN  BOY  OF  SANTA  CLARA 


BY 

GENEVRA  SISSON   SNEDDEN 


D.    C.   HEATH    &    CO.,    PUBLISHERS 
BOSTON        NEW  YORK        CHICAGO 


COPYRIGHT,  1899, 

Bv  D.  C.   HEATH  &  CO. 

I  B  4 


MY  DEAR  CHILDREN:  — 

What  sort  of  people  do  you  like  best  to  read 
about  —  white  people  or  Indians  ? 

I  think  you  will  say  Indians,  because  all  the 
children  of  whom  I  have  ever  asked  this  ques- 
tion have  said  that  they  liked  best  to  read  about 
Indians.  Indians  do  everything  so  differently 
from  the  way  we  do  that  they  are  always  inter- 
esting. 

This  book  which  we  are  now  going  to  read 
is  about  Indians,  —  the  Indians  who  lived  near 
the  Pacific  Ocean  before  our  grandfathers  were 
born,  and  before  we  Americans  came  west  and 
settled  the  country. 

Do  you  like  best  to  read  about  grown-up  peo- 
ple or  about  children  ?  I  think  I  can  hear  you 
say,  "  What  a  question  !  Children,  of  course  !  " 
Yes,  children  can  have  such  fun,  running  and 
playing  and  finding  out  about  all  kinds  of  things 
for  which  grown  people  never  have  time,  that 
it  is  much  pleasanter  to  read  about  them.  So 

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vi  TO   THE  CHILDREN. 

this  whole  book  is  about  children.  The  first 
part  tells  about  the  little  Indian  boy,  Docas; 
farther  on,  when  Docas  grows  to  be  a  man,  the 
book  tells  about  his  children  and  grandchildren. 

Last  of  all,  the  stories  tell  about  things  that 
actually  happened  to  Indian  children  long  ago 
in  California,  so  they  are  what  you  call  "truly 
stones,"  not  "made-up  ones." 

These  are  some  of  the  reasons  why  the  chil- 
dren for  whom  the  stones  were  first  written 
liked  them  and  learned  from  them,  and  for  these 
same  reasons  I  think  many  of  you  will  care  to 
read  about  Docas,  the  Indian  boy  of  Santa  Clara. 

THE  AUTHOR. 


NOTE. 

These  stories  were  originally  written  to  serve  as  reading  material  for 
the  children  in  the  University  School  connected  with  the  Department 
of  Education  at  the  Leland  Stanford  Junior  University.  The  never- 
failing  delight  with  which  those  children  welcomed  each  new  instalment 
was  the  first  impetus  toward  putting  the  stories  in  a  form  where  they 
would  have  a  larger  audience. 

The  work  was  done  as  a  thesis  in  history  under  the  direction  of  Mary 
Sheldon  Barnes.  To  her  careful  supervision  and  many  suggestions  the 
book  owes  much  of  whatever  merit  it  may  possess. 


TABLE   OF    CONTENTS. 
PART   I. 

WHEN   DOCAS  LIVED  AT  THE  INDIAN  VILLAGE, 

PAGE 

Building  the  Fire •         •  3 

Docas  at  Breakfast           ........  5 

How  Docas  went  Fishing        .         .    • 7 

Massea's  Storehouse 10 

How  Docas  caught  the  Grasshoppers       .         .         .         .         .15 

The  Grass-seed  Basket 17 

Docas's  New  Skirt 21 

The  Sweat  House  .........  24 

The  Feast  of  the  Eagles 27 

The  Invitation  to  the  Dance    .......  30 

The  Acorn  Dance 31 

Docas  playing  "  Teekel " 36 

Making  the  Mountains    .........  40 

The  Measuring-worm  Rock 42 

The  First  White  Man      ........  44 

Docas  goes  to  the  Red  Hill     .         .        .        .        .        .  49 

Docas  in  a  Fight 52 

PART   II. 

WHEN  DOCAS  LIVED  AT  THE  MISSION. 

Docas  goes  to  live  at  the  Mission    .         .         .         .         .  57 

Breakfast  at  the  Mission •  59 

The  Mission  School        .         .         .         .    \     .         .         .         .63 


viii  •      TABLE  OF  CONTENTS. 


Raising  Corn .        *        •  .65 

Threshing  the  Grain       . 69 

Getting  ready  to  make  Bricks          .        .        .        .        .  • .       72 

Getting  the  Timbers        .        .        .                ...     V~     .  .      79 

Building  the  Church        .         .         .         .         •        .        .  .80 

Visit  of  Father  Serra       .         .         .         .        ..*  .85 

Visit  of  Captain  Vancouver 88 

Preparing  Hides  and  Tallow  .                 .        .  »    •        .  -93 

Making  the  Ox-cart         •        .         .        .        ** S    •        •  .98 

Shipping  the  Hides  and  Tallow       .         .        .        .        .  .102 

Trading  on  the  Ship       .....        .        .  .     108 

Leaving  the  Mission       .        .        .        .        .        *        .  .in 

PART  III. 

WHEN  DOCAS  LIVED  WITH  DON  SECUNDINI  ROBLES. 

Wash-day       .        .-  ^  .....        .        .  .     117 

The  Cascarone  BaU  .  .        %        *        .        .  .122 

The  Sheep-shearing  .  .        .        ....        »     128 

The  Barbecue         .  .  .        .     "x«        .        .        .         .133 

Horseback-riding    .  . 138 

The  Rodeo     .        .  .- 142 

BIBLIOGRAPHY       .        .       .        .        .        .        .        .        .148 

PRONUNCIATION  OF  NAMES 151 


PART  I. 


WHEN   DOCAS   LIVED   AT  THE  INDIAN  VILLAGE. 


A  little  Indian  boy  poked  his  head  out  of  a  brush  house. 


PART  I. 

WHEN   DOCAS    LIVED    AT   THE   INDIAN   VILLAGE, 
BUILDING   THE    FIRE. 

,  mother!"  cried  a  little  Indian  boy,  "I 
am  hungry." 

"  Then  go  and  start  the  fire  so  that  I  can  cook 
breakfast,"  answered  his  mother. 

It  was  about  a  hundred  years  ago  that  this  little 
boy,  whose  name  was  Docas,  poked  his  head  out 
of  a  brush  house.  Ama,  his  mother,  was  sitting 
on  the  ground  just  outside,  grinding  acorns  in  a 
stone  bowl. 

Docas  went  to  the  middle  of  the  hut,  where  the 
blazing  fire  of  wood  had  been  the  night  before. 
Just  before  Ama  had  gone  tc  sleep  she  had  covered 
with  ashes  the  glowing  coals  that  were  left  from 
the  fire. 

Docas  raked  off  the  ashes  and  began  to  blow 
on  the  blackened  coals  that  were  left.  There 
was  not  much  life  in  them,  but  they  began  to 
redden  a  little. 

He  put  some  dry  leaves  against  them  and  blew 

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4  DOCAS. 

harder.  The  !•  leaves  smoked,  but  would  not  light, 
no  matter  how  hard  he  blew.  And  all  the  time 
the  coals  were  getting  blacker  and  blacker. 

At  last  he  called,  "  I  cannot  light  it,  mother." 

Ama  came  over  where  he  was  and  began  to 
blow,  too ;  but  even  she  could  not  start  it,  for  the 
fire  had  died  out. 

"  I  must  get  some  new  fire,"  said  Ama  at 
last. 

She  picked  up  two  dry  willow  sticks  and  two 
flints.  She  rubbed  the  willow  sticks  together 
very  hard  for  a  while. 

"  Do  you  see  the  little  dust  that  is  gathering  ? " 
she  asked.  "  Now  I  will  strike  the  flints  together 
until  they  send  a  spark  down  into  that  dry  dust." 

In  a  few  minutes  a  spark  fell  into  the  dust,  the 
dust  flared  up,  and  Docas  exclaimed,  "  There  \ 
now  we  have  a  fire."  He  dropped  some  dry 
leaves  on  the  burning  dust,  then  he  put  some 
little  twigs  on  the  leaves.  After  that  he  called 
to  his  younger  brother :  — 

u  Wake  up,  Heema !  Come  and  get  some  big 
sticks  for  the  fire." 

Heema  rolled  off  the  mat  of  tule  reeds  on  which 
he  had  been  sleeping,  rubbed  his  eyes,  and  said, 
"  I'm  ready,  Docas." 

Heema  did  not  have  to  spend  time  dressing. 
All  the  Indian  children  ever  wore  was  a  little 
skirt  made  of  rabbit-skin  or  deer-skin. 


AT  THE  INDIAN  VILLAGE.  5 

In  a  minute  more  Heema  had  piled  some  large 
sticks  on  the  fire.  Then  it  blazed  up  brightly. 

"It's  foggy,  and  I'm  cold,"  said  Docas.  "Sit 
down  by  the  fire  with  me  and  get  warm." 

Docas  and  Heema  were  California  Indians. 
They  lived  in  an  Indian  rancheria,  or  village, 
near  San  Francisco  Bay.  Their  father,  whose 
name  was  Massea,  was  chief  of  the  rancheria. 

Docas  was  seven  years  old,  while  Heema  was 
six.  Alachu,  one  of  their  sisters,  was  three. 
Umwa  was  the  other  sister.  She  was  so  tiny 
that  she  had  to  be  carried  in  a  basket  on  her 
mother's  back. 

DOCAS    AT    BREAKFAST. 

"  OUT  the  stones  into  the  fire,  boys,  so  that 
they  will  be  hot  when  the  acorns  are 
ground,"  said  Ama. 

Docas  pulled  toward  the  fire  five  large  stones 
that  were  lying  near. 

"  I'll  throw  them  in,"  said  Heema,  tossing  them 
into  the  middle  of  the  hottest  blaze. 

Then  Docas  said,  "  Let's  surprise  father  by 
shooting  a  rabbit  for  breakfast." 

"  Here  are  your  bow  and  arrows,"  answered 
Heema. 

In  a  moment  more  they  ran  off.  Docas  hunted 
among  the  brush  and  trees  near  by  for  a  rabbit, 


6  DOCAS. 

but  he  could  not  find  one,  so  he  ran  back  toward 
the  rancheria. 

"  I've  found  something  that's  better  than  rab- 
bits," Docas  heard  Heema  say  suddenly. 

"  Where  are  you,  Heema  ?  "  asked  Docas. 

"Here  among  the  bushes,  eating  thimble-ber- 
ries," answered  Heema,  peeping  out  from  among 
the  large  green  leaves. 

Docas  laughed  and  began  eating  berries,  too. 
The  berries  were  so  good  that  they  forgot  all 
about  breakfast,  until  suddenly  they  heard  their 
mother's  voice  calling :  — 

"  Boys,  where  are  you  ?  The  acorns  are  ready 
to  cook." 

The  boys  took  one  last  mouthful  of  thimble- 
berries  and  then  bounded  toward  the  rancheria. 

Ama  put  a  basketful  of  cold  water  down  by 
the  fire  as  they  came  up. 

"  Heema,  pour  the  acorn  meal  into  the  water. 
Docas,  rake  out  the  hot  stones  and  put  them  into 
the  water  to  cook  the  mush,"  said  Ama. 

"I  hope  this  mush  will  not  be  bitter,"  said 
Docas,  as  he  dropped  a  red-hot  stone  into  the 
water. 

"  No ;  this  will  be  good,  for  I  soaked  the  acorns 
a  long  time  and  then  dried  them  in  the  sun  be- 
fore I  ground  them,"  answered  Ama. 

In  a  few  minutes  the  mush  was  cooked ;  then 
Ama  called  Massea,  and  the  whole  family  sat 


AT  THE  INDIAN  VILLAGE.  7 

around  the  basket.  They  all  ate  out  of  it  at 
once,  using  sticks  hollowed  out  at  the  end  in- 
stead of  spoons. 


HOW    DOCAS    WENT    FISHING. 

ONE  day  Massea  came  up  to  Docas. 
"  To-day  we  will  go  fishing,"  he  said. 

Then  Docas  ran  away  to  find  his  playmates. 

"  We  are  going  fishing !  We  are  going  fish- 
ing ! "  he  cried. 

Then  all  the  children  began  to  dance  and 
jump. 

"  We  are  going  fishing !  We  are  going  fish- 
ing ! "  they  screamed.  For  the  children  were 
glad  when  the  fishing  days  came. 

But  first  Massea  must  drive  stakes  across  the 
bed  of  the  creek  just  below  the  boys'  swimming 
hole. 

And  he  must  drive  them  very  close  together, 
for  he  wants  to  keep  the  fish  from  swimming 
through. 

After  Massea  had  made  the  fence,  Docas  called 
to  Heema,  "  I'll  race  you  up  the  creek." 

"  You  will  have  to  hurry  or  I  shall  beat  you," 
answered  Heema. 

Then  they  both  started  to  run  along  the  bank 
of  the  creek. 


8  DOCAS. 

"  Come,  Alachu.    You  may  go,  too,"  said  Ama. 

All  the  women  and  children  in  the  rancheria 
went  also.  They  walked  along  the  bank  of  the 
creek  for  about  a  quarter  of  a  mile,  then  Alachu 
cried,  "  I  see  Docas.  I  see  Heema." 

Docas  was  standing  on  the  bank.  "Watch 
me  !  "  he  called  to  Alachu. 

He  dived  off  the  bank  and  disappeared  in  a 
large  hole. 

"  Mother !  mother !  Docas  is  drowned  !  "  cried 
Alachu. 

Ama  smiled  and  answered,  "  Wait  and  see." 

In  a  minute  more  Docas's  head  popped  sud- 
denly out  of  the  water. 

Then  the  women  and  children  walked  out 
into  the  middle  of  the  creek  and  began  to  wade 
down  it. 

Alachu  heard  a  shout  and  saw  Heema  getting 
ready  to  jump. 

"  Be  careful ;  I  am  afraid  you  will  jump  on  top 
of  me,"  she  cried. 

There  was  a  big  splash,  and  Alachu  gave  a 
scream  as  the  water  splashed  over  her.  Heema 
was  standing  in  the  water  a  few  feet  away. 

"A  water  fight!  We'll  have  a  water  fight!" 
cried  the  children. 

They  jumped  about  in  the  water.  They 
splashed  it  all  over  each  other.  They  laughed 
and  shouted  and  made  all  the  noise  they  could. 


"Then  we  will  spear  them." 


\ 

10  DOCAS. 

As  they  stopped  for  a  moment  to  take  breath, 
Docas  said,  "  See  the  fish  swim  down  the  creek. 
They  are  scared." 

The  battle  lasted  until  the  rancheria  was  in 
sight,  and  by  that  time  all  the  fish  were  in  the 
swimming  hole.  Then  Massea  said,  "  Now  we 
must  build  a  fence  above  them." 

When  the  fence  was  built,  Docas  said,  "  Now 
the  fish  cannot  swim  away,  for  there  is  a  fence 
below  them  and  a  fence  above  them." 

That  night  Massea  said,  "  We  will  build  fires 
on  the  bank  of  the  creek.  The  fish  will  come 
near  to  look  at  the  light;  then  we  will  spear 
them." 

And  so  it  happened.  The  men  speared 
enough  fish  that  night  to  give  them  something 
to  eat  for  several  days. 


MASSEA  S    STOREHOUSE. 

ONE  day  in  October,  Massea  said  to  Docas, 
"  Come,  Docas,  you  must  help  me  make  a 
storehouse  to-day,  so  that  we  shall   have  some- 
thing to  eat  by  and  by." 

Massea  and  Docas  went  out  into  the  woods. 
They  hunted  until  they  found  an  oak  tree  with 
two  branches  growing  straight  out  at  about  the 
same  height  from  the  ground. 


AT  THE  INDIAN  VILLAGE.  II 

Massea  said,  "  Climb  the  tree,  Docas ; "  so  Docas 
scrambled  up. 

Massea  then  handed  him  some  straight  sticks. 
Docas  put  these  sticks  across  from  branch  to 
branch,  and  tied  the  ends  fast  to  the  two  branches 
of  the  tree  with  deerskin  strings.  After  this  his 
father  brought  up  some  twigs  that  bent  easily. 
They  wove  these  back  and  forth  among  the  sticks 
until  they  had  a  good  floor  for  their  storehouse. 
In  the  same  way  they  made  the  sides  and  the 
top,  leaving  a  hole  near  the  trunk  of  the  tree  for 
a  door. 

After  the  storehouse  was  made,  Docas  said  to 
some  of  the  other  little  Indian  children,  "  Let's 
go  off  and  get  some  acorns  to  put  in  the  store- 
house." 

They  took  their  baskets  and  went  off  toward 
the  hills.  Soon  they  came  to  some  big  oak  trees. 

One  of  the  little  boys  called  out,  "  Look !  the 
ground  is  covered  with  acorns  under  that  tree." 

Sure  enough,  the  acorns  had  dropped  down 
from  the  tree  until  they  were  so  thick  on  the 
ground  that  the  children  could  scrape  them  up. 
Before  night  they  had  filled  their  baskets. 

Docas  put  the  acorns  he  had  gathered  into  the 
storehouse  which  he  and  his  father  had  made. 
Every  day  the  children  went  out  to  gather  acorns  ; 
every  night  they  poured  them  into  the  storehouse, 
and  soon  it  was  full. 


12  DOC  AS. 

The  day  they  finished  filling  it,  Docas  saw  a 
little  squirrel  run  up  the  trunk  of  the  tree  and 
go  into  the  storehouse.  Docas  stood  very  still 
and  watched.  In  a  few  minutes  he  saw  the 
squirrel  come  back  with  his  cheeks  sticking  out. 
He  was  carrying  off  the  acorrts. 

Docas  ran  over  to  where  his  father  was  lying 
in  the  shade  of  a  large  tree,  and  said,  "  Oh,  father, 
we  shall  not  have  any  acorns  left  in  a  few  days. 
The  squirrels  have  begun  to  carry  them  off." 

Massea  went  over  to  the  tree  in  which  the 
storehouse  was  built.  He  smeared  a  broad  band 
of  pitch  clear  around  the  trunk. 

"  This  will  stop  them,"  he  said. 

The  Indians  had  no  more  trouble  after  that; 
for  if  anything  tried  to  climb  the  tree,  it  was 
caught  in  the  band  of  sticky  pitch. 

While  Massea  was  smearing  the  pitch  around 
the  trunk,  Docas  saw  a  bird  at  work  in  a  tree 
near  by. 

"  There  is  the  woodpecker,"  cried  Docas,  point- 
ing to  a  woodpecker  busily  putting  acorns  away 
in  his  storehouse. 

The  woodpecker's  storehouse  was  not  like 
Massea's  Every  summer  the  woodpecker  pecks 
a  great  many  holes  just  the  size  of  an  acorn  in 
the  bark  of  a  tree.  When  fall  comes,  and  the 
acorns  are  ripe,  he  puts  the  best  ones  in  his  holes. 
He  hammers  them  in  so  tight  that  they  do  not 
often  fall  out. 


After  the  storehouse  was  made. 


14  DOCAS. 

"  I  hope  we  shall  not  have  to  take  the  wood- 
pecker's .acorns  this  winter,"  said  Massea. 

As  long  as  their  acorns  lasted,  Massea  and  the 
other  Indians  did  not  touch  the  acorns  that  the 
woodpecker  had  gathered.  But  one  day  all 
the  Indians  at  the  rancheria  went  off  fishing. 
While  they  were  gone  their  campfire  spread  and 
burned  the  tree  in  which  they  had  made  their 
storehouse. 

Docas  was  skipping  along  ahead  as  they  came 
home.  He  saw  what  had  happened.  He  ran 
back  to  Massea  and  Ama,  crying  out,  "  The 
storehouse  is  burnt !  The  storehouse  is  burnt !  " 

Massea  looked  very  sad  at  supper  that  night, 
and  said,  "  I  am  afraid  we  shall  have  to  take  the 
woodpeckers'  acorns." 

The  Indians  did  not  like  to  take  the  acorns, 
so  they  waited  three  days.  By  that  time  they 
were  so  hungry  that  they  could  wait  no  longer. 

Docas  built  a  fire  near  the  woodpecker's  tree. 
The  smoke  that  went  up  from  it  told  the  wood- 
pecker that  he  would  have  to  go.  After  a  little 
he  did  not  care  to  stay,  for  the  smoke  spoiled 
the  acorns  for  him.  So  he  flew  away. 

Docas  then  climbed  the  tree  and  pulled  off 
the  bark.  That  let  the  acorns  fall  out  and  then 
the  Indians  gathered  them  up  and  put  them  into 
a  new  storehouse,  ready  for  future  use. 


AT  THE  INDIAN  VILLAGE.  15 


HOW    DOCAS    CAUGHT   THE    GRASSHOPPERS. 

ONE  day  in  September,  Docas  and  the  rest  of 
the  family  were  all  seated  round  a  large 
basket.  They  were  eating  their  acorn  mush. 
Just  as  Docas  put  his  stick  in  to  get  some,  he 
heard  something  go  "  click  "  behind  him. 

He  thought  to  himself,  "  The  grasshoppers  are 
getting  thicker." 

He  lifted  his  stick,  and  there  in  the  mush  on 
the  end  of  it  was  a  grasshopper. 

"  Look !  "  said  Docas  to  Heema. 

"Let  me  get  him  out,"  said  Heema,  laughing 
and  picking  up  a  stick  from  the  ground.  Heema 
lifted  the  grasshopper  out  of  the  mush. 

Then  Docas  said,  "  Let's  catch  grasshoppers 
to-morrow." 

Heema  said,  "  Yes." 

All  day  they  heard  the  "  Click,  click,"  of  jump- 
ing grasshoppers. 

That  evening,  when  the  children  began  play- 
ing, Docas  ran  up  to  them  and  said,  "  Help  me 
dig  a  hole  to  catch  the  grasshoppers  in." 

The  children  began  digging  a  little  way  out 
from  the  rancheria,  and  before  dark  they  had 
made  a  big  hole. 

Next  morning,  while  the  grasshoppers  were 
still  cold  and  stiff,  Docas  said  to  the  children, 


16  DOCAS. 

"  Let's  make  a  big  ring  around  the  hole  before 
the  sun  warms  the  grasshoppers." 

And  they  did  so. 

"  Now  we  will  walk  slowly  toward  the  hole," 
said  the  children. 

Little  by  little  the  children  came  nearer.  Little 
by  little  the  ring  grew  smaller.  Little  by  little 
the  grasshoppers  inside  the  ring  grew  frightened. 

"They're  jumping  down  into  the  hole  now," 
said  Docas. 

Soon  the  children  were  close  to  the  edge  of 
the  hole. 

"  I  am  going  to  jump  into  the  hole,"  said  Docas. 
"  I  can  soon  catch  them  down  there.  They 
cannot  jump  out  so  easily  as  they  jumped  in." 

So  Docas  caught  all  the  grasshoppers  that  were 
in  the  hole.  He  longed  to  eat  them,  but  he 
waited  until  they  were  cooked.  Ama  baked  the 
grasshoppers  in  the  fire  until  they  were  quite  dry; 
then  she  ground  them  in  the  stone  bowl  just  as 
she  did  the  acorns. 

After  that  the  Indians  ate  them. 


AT  THE  INDIAN  VILLAGE.  1 7 


THE   GRASS-SEED   BASKET. 

ONE  morning  in  spring,  Ama  said  to  Docas, 
"  Stir  up  the  fire.  I  must  get  breakfast." 

"  I  shall  have  to  get  some  sticks,"  answered 
Docas,  running  off  to  the  woods. 

Baby  Umwa  was  playing  near.  "  Baby  will 
make  a  big  fire  for  mother,"  she  thought. 

She  began  picking  up  dry  leaves  and  throwing 
them  on  the  fire.  "  Here  are  some  good  sticks," 
she  said  to  herself. 

Docas  had  dropped  his  bow  and  arrows  on  the 
ground.  She  picked  them  up  and  threw  them 
on  the  blazing  leaves ;  then  she  picked  up  a  bas- 
ket and  threw  it  on  also. 

"  Hurry,  Docas  !     See  baby's  big  fire  ! " 

Docas  rushed  forward  and  seized  the  blazing 
basket,  but  it  was  so  badly  burned  that  it  could 
not  be  used. 

"  Umwa !  Umwa !  "  he  cried.  "  You  silly  little 
baby!  Mother  will  have  to  work  for  weeks  to 
make  her  basket  for  grass-seed  again." 

Ama  felt  very  sorry  when  she  saw  the  burnt 
basket. 

"  You  must  go  to-day  and  get  some  more  roots 
with  which  to  make  some  new  baskets,"  she  said. 

After  breakfast  Docas  and  Heema  went  down 
to  the  edge  of  the  bay. 


1 8  DOC  AS. 

"How  are  you  going  to  dig  up  the  roots?" 
asked  Heema. 

"  With  my  toes,"  answered  Docas. 

The  long  round  roots  ran  along  just  under  the 
ground  in  the  mud.  Docas  stuck  his  bare  toes 
into  the  mud,  wriggling  them  along  under  a  root. 
He  loosened  it  a  little  at  each  wriggle,  and  by  and 
by  he  pulled  up  a  long  straight  root. 

Heema  helped  also,  and  that  evening  they  car- 
ried home  a  big  bundle  of  roots. 

The  next  day  they  went  up  in  the  hills  and 
gathered  a  large  number  of  maidenhair  ferns. 
They  came  back  by  the  San  Francisquito  creek 
and  broke  off  a  great  many  willow  branches. 

As  they  trudged  home,  Heema  asked,  "  Do  you 
think  mother  will  put  feathers  or  shells  on  these 
new  baskets  ?  " 

"  I  don't  know,"  answered  Docas,  "but  she  will 
make  a  pretty  pattern  with  the  dark  fern  stems 
or  the  willow  bark." 

Next  morning  Ama  began  making  the  new 
basket.  She  made  this  basket  flat. 

'By  the  time  the  basket  was  finished,  the  grass- 
seed  was  ripe  in  the  fields  around  them. 

One  morning  Ama  got  up  very  early.  Docas 
saw  her  pick  up  the  new  flat  basket  and  a  deep 
basket  with  a  handle. 

"  I'm  going  to  see  what  she  does  with  the  new 
basket,"  thought  Docas,  creeping  out  very  softly, 


"1  can  carry  the  new  basket,"  said  Docas. 


20  DOCAS. 

He  trotted  along  behind  Ama  as  she  walked 
out  to  the  field  of  grass.  The  grass  was  so  tall 
that  Docas  was  almost  hidden,  and  his  mother  did 
not  see  him. 

Docas  watched  Ama  brush  the  tops  of  the 
grass  with  the  flat  basket.  Every  few  minutes 
there  would  come  a  little  rattle  as  Ama  knocked 
the  seeds  down  into  the  deep  basket.  "  Just  hear 
the  grass-seed  rattle  down  into  the  deep  basket," 
said  Docas  to  himself. 

The  poppies  were  still  asleep.  Docas  tried  to 
poke  some  of  them  open,  but  they  closed  tightly 
again.  He  pulled  some  of  the  little  green  caps 
off  the  buds,  but  the  little  golden  buds  refused 
to  open. 

"  They  want  the  sun  to  drive  away  the  mist 
before  they  wake  up.  Everything  is  sleepy  this 
morning  except  mother.  I  think  I'm  sleepy  my- 
self." With  that  he  fell  asleep  among  the  poppies, 
with  the  tall  grasses  nodding  over  him.  After  a 
little  Ama  carne  over  that  way,  brushing  the 
grass  tops  as  she  came.  Suddenly  she  stumbled 
and  looked  down. 

"  Why !  There's  a  child !  It's  my  own  little 
Docas !  "  she  exclaimed. 

Docas  rubbed  his  eyes  and  looked  at  her. 
Then  he  rolled  out  of  her  way  and  jumped  up. 

By  that  time  the  basket  was  full  of  seeds,  so 
they  started  back  to  the  rancheria.  Ama  slung 


AT  THE  INDIAN  VILLAGE.  21 

the  deep  basket  on  her  back,  carrying  it  by  a 
strap  across  her  forehead. 

"  I  can  carry  the  new  basket,"  said  Docas. 

After  they  came  to  the  rancheria,  Ama  made 
the  grass-seed  into  bread  for  breakfast. 


DOCAS'S    NEW    SKIRT. 


MASSEA  and  some  of  the  other  Indian  men 
went  out  to  hunt  deer.  Docas  ran  to  meet 
them  as  they  came  home. 

"How  many  did  you  get?  One,  two,  three, 
four,  five,  six,"  he  said,  counting  the  deer. 

Then  he  ran  to  his  mother  and  said,  "  Oh, 
mother,  may  I  not  have  a  new  skirt?  I  want 
one  of  deer-skin  instead  of  rabbit-skin  this  time." 

"  Yes,  you  shall  have  it  as  soon  as  I  can  make 
it  for  you,"  answered  his  mother. 

After  the  deer  were  skinned,  Ama  took  up  a 
skin  and  said  to  Docas,  "  Put  it  into  a  still  pool 
in  the  creek  and  let  it  stay  there." 

"  How  long  must  it  stay  ? "  asked  Docas. 

"  Until  the  hair  is  loose,"  answered  Ama. 

So  every  morning  Docas  went  out  to  the  skin 
to  see  if  the  hair  was  loose.  One  morning  he 
came  running  to  his  mother,  crying,  "  Look, 
mother,  I  pulled  this  bunch  of  hair  out  so  easily 
this  morning! " 


22  DOCAS. 

Then  Ama  took  the  skin  out  of  the  water. 

"  You  may  pull  all  the  hair  out,"  she  said  to 
Docas.  "  After  that  I  will  scrape  it  with  a  sharp 
stone." 

When  both  sides  were  scraped  clean,  Ama  and 
Docas  went  out  into  the  woods. 

"  We  must  find  two  trees  so  close  together  that 
we  can  stretch  the  skin  between  them,"  said 
Ama. 

By  and  by  they  found  them,  stretched  the  skin, 
and  went  back  to  camp.  Every  little  while  Docas 
went  running  out  to  the  skin  to  see  how  fast  it 
was  drying. 

"  It  just  seems  as  if  I  couldn't  wait  for  my  new 
skirt,"  he  said. 

When  it  was  half  dry,  Ama  warmed  some 
deer's  brains  at  the  fire. 

"  Now,  Docas,  get  the  deerskin,"  she  said. 
"  You  may  rub  some  brains  of  a  deer  on  the 
skin." 

Docas  rubbed   and  rubbed   for   a   long   time. 

"  Haven't  I  rubbed  enough  ?  "  he  asked  after  a 
while. 

"•No,  you  must  get  the  skin  very  soft,"  she 
answered. 

Docas's  arms  grew  tired  after  a  little,  so  Ama 
said,  "  Go  out  where  the  ground  is  -wet  and  dig  a 
hole.  I  will  finish  rubbing  the  skin." 

By  the  time  the  hole  was  ready  the  skin  was 


Massea  bringing  home  a  deer. 


24  DOCAS. 

soft.  Ama  brought  it  to  the  hole  and  said,  "  Now 
we  will  bury  the  skin  for  four  or  five  weeks." 

"  Bury  it ! "  exclaimed  Docas.  "  I  thought  it 
was  ready  to  make  into  my  skirt,  now." 

"  Not  yet,"  answered  Ama. 

For  several  days  Docas  kept  asking  Ama  if 
the  skin  was  not  almost  ready,  but  after  a  while 
he  grew  tired  of  asking  and  forgot  all  about  it. 

When  the  time  was  up,  Ama  went  out  to  the 
hole  one  evening  after  Docas  was  asleep.  She 
dug  up  the  skin,  cleaned  it,  and  made  it  into  a 
skirt.  She  put  a  fringe  on  the  bottom  of  the 
skirt  to  finish  it  off.  After  the  skirt  was  done 
she  laid  it  by  Docas's  side,  where  he  would  see  it 
the  first  thing  in  the  morning. 

Such  a  happy  boy  as  he  was  when  he  found 
his  new  skirt! 


THE    SWEAT    HOUSE. 

JV/1  ASSEA  and  the  other  Indian  men  were  not 
*  »  •  feeling  well  one  day.  They  said,  "  We 
ate  too  much  deer.  We  must  go  to  the  sweat 
house." 

The  Indians  had  dug  a  large  hole  in  the 
ground  and  made  a  rude  cave.  They  had 
covered  this  with  brush,  leaving  only  one  little 
hole  for  a  door.  They  called  this  place  the 
sweat  house. 


'-'  Look  at  them!    There  they  go!"  cried  Docas  to  Heema 


26  DOCAS. 

As  the  Indians  went  into  the  sweat  house,  Mas- 
sea  said  to  Docas :  — 

"  Build  a  fire  in  the  doorway  so  that  we  cannot 
get  out." 

The  sweat  house  was  almost  full  of  Indians, 
and  after  the  fire  was  built  they  began  to  dance. 
They  danced  as  hard  as  they  could. 

"  I  should  not  like  to  be  in  there,"  said  Docas 
to  Heema.  "  Just  think  how  hot  it  must  be!  " 

"  Hear  them  grunt !  "  exclaimed  Heema. 

It  grew  hotter  and  hotter  in  the  sweat  house, 
but  the  men  kept  on  dancing. 

Soon  the  sweat  began  to  pour  off  them  until 
the  ground  was  wet.  Massea  went  around  with 
a  scraper  and  scraped  the  other  Indians. 

By  and  by  the  fire  went  down,  and  Docas 
went  off  to  play.  By  that  time  the  Indians 
were  tired  out. 

"  Look  at  them  !  There  they  go  !  "  cried  Docas 
to  Heema.  Massea  and  the  other  men  had 
jumped  over  the  fire  at  the  door  and  were  run- 
ning down  to  the  river. 

Heema  and  Alachu  came  running. 

"  Now  father's  in  the  water ! "  cried  Docas. 
A  moment  later  he  added,  u  See,  he  has  come 
up  out  of  the  river.  They  are  going  to  lie  down 
in  the  sun  to  get  warm  and  dry  again.  Let's  go 
down  and  play  in  the  sun  near  them." 


AT  THE  INDIAN  VILLAGE.  2? 


THE  FEAST    OF   THE    EAGLES. 

IN  the  mountains  near  the  camp  was  a  gorge 
where  the  eagles  built  their  nests.  One  day, 
Massea  said  to  the  other  men:  — 

"  To-morrow  we  will  get  the  eagles." 

Next  morning  early  they  started. 

"  We  shall  not  be  back  until  evening,"  said 
Massea  to  Docas.  "  The  eagles  build  their  nests 
so  high  among  the  rocks  that  it  is  hard  to  reach 
them." 

It  was  so  late  before  the  men  came  back  that 
Docas  was  asleep,  but  he  waked  when  he  heard 
the  voices.  He  looked  out  of  the  hut ;  then  he 
shook  Heema,  saying,  "Wake  up,  Heema;  father 
has  brought  home  two  little  eagles." 

"  Let  me  take  them  to  their  huts,"  said  Docas  to 
his  father. 

Docas  took  the  little  eagles  and  put  them 
into  two  brush  huts  that  had  been  built  for  them. 

Little  Umwa  had  died  a  few  weeks  before,  so 
every  day  Massea,  Ama,  and  the  children  went  to 
see  the  eagles.  Docas  always  took  them  some- 
thing to  eat. 

"  Tell  Umwa  we  love  her  still,"  said  Docas  to 
the  eagles. 

"  Tell  Umwa  I'll  take  good  care  of  her  if  she 
will  come  back,"  said  Heema. 


28  DOCAS. 

"  Tell  Umwa  'Lachu  want  to  play,"  said  little 
Alachu. 

The  father  and  mother  also  told  the  eagles 
many  things  to  tell  their  baby,  for  the  Indians 
thought  that  the  eagles  would  see  Umwa,  and 
could  talk  to  her  after  they  were  killed. 

The  men  built  a  very  large  brush  hut,  large 
enough  to  hold  all  the  Indians  in  the  village. 
At  the  end  of  two  weeks,  Massea  said,  "  Now  we 
will  build  a  fire  in  the  big  hut." 

As  the  sun  set  they  began  dancing  around  the 
fire,  and  danced  all  night  until  almost  sunrise. 
Each  carried  in  his  hands  a  bunch  of  owl  feathers 
tied  to  a  stick,  with  rattles  from  a  rattlesnake  in 
among  the  feathers.  Whenever  the  bunch  was 
shaken  it  made  a  rattling  noise. 

Several  times  during  the  night  Massea  threw 
baskets  on  the  fire.  Sometimes  the  baskets 
rolled  off  without  burning.  Massea  put  those 
baskets  into  the  laps  of  women  who  were  sitting 
near  the  fire,  saying  to  them,  "  Give  these  baskets 
to  the  poor  people." 

This  went  on  till  sunrise,  and  then  the  fire  was 
made  to  burn  very  brightly.  The  eagles  were 
killed  and  their  bodies  were  laid  on  the  fire.  As 
the  bodies  burned,  Massea  danced  more  wildly 
than  ever,  shaking  the  rattle  even  more  rapidly. 
And  all  the  time  he  kept  calling,  "  Don't  forget 
to  tell  Umwa." 


Tell  Umwa  we  love  her  still. 


30  DOCAS. 


THE   INVITATION    TO   THE    DANCE. 

ONE  day  Docas  and  his  little  brother  Heema 
were  playing  near  their  brush  hut,  when 
Docas  heard  a  slight  noise  near  by.  He  looked 
up  and  saw  another  Indian  boy  about  twelve 
years  old.  The  boy  held  in  his  hand  some  strings 
of  deerskin. 

"  It's  Apa,  whose  father  is  chief  of  the  camp 
nearest  us,"  Docas  said. 

The  boy  Apa  came  forward.  "  Where's  your 
father  ?  "  he  asked. 

"  In  the  sweat  house,"  answered  Docas. 

"  Give  him  this  string  when  he  comes  out,"  said 
Apa,  taking  one  of  the  strings  from  the  little 
bunch.  "  Good-by.  I  have  more  camps  to  visit 
to-day,"  and  he  started  off  on  the  run. 

Docas  and  Heema  looked  the  string  over  as 
soon  as  Apa  had  gone.  They  found  five  knots 
tied  in  it,  each  a  little  way  apart  from  the  others. 

"  I  wonder  what  the  knots  are  for,"  said  Heema. 
"  Do  they  mean  that  they  wish  to  fight  us  ?  " 

"  No,  for  Apa's  father  is  our  friend.  Here 
comes  father.  We  will  ask  him,"  answered  Docas. 

Docas  and  Heema  ran  toward  Massea  and  gave 
him  the  string.  As  they  passed  Ama  she  saw 
the  string  and  smiled.  When  they  gave  it  to 
Massea,  he  smiled,  too,  and  said,  "  It  is  well." 


AT  THE  INDIAN  VILLAGE.  31 

"What  does  it  mean,  father?"  asked  Heema. 
"  Why  do  you  and  mother  smile  when  you  see 
it?"  ' 

"  It  means  that  Chief  Yeeta  sends  to  Chief 
Massea  an  invitation  for  everybody  in  our  ran- 
cheria  to  come  to  a  dance  at  his  rancheria," 
answered  Massea. 

"  All  right.  Let's  go  this  morning,"  said  Heema, 
starting  toward  the  hut  to  get  the  new  rabbit-skin 
skirt  his  mother  had  just  made  for  him. 

"  Wait,"  said  Massea.  "  The  five  knots  mean 
that  we  are  not  to  come  for  five  days." 

"Oh,  that's  so  long  to  wait,"  said  Heema. 

"  You  can  watch  the  time  for  us,"  said  Massea. 
"  Every  morning  you  may  untie  one  of  the  knots 
for  us,  and  when  the  last  but  one  is  reached,  we 
will  start." 

So  every  morning,  as  soon  as  it  was  light,  the 
two  boys  crept  out  of  the  hut  and  untied  a  knot. 

THE    ACORN    DANCE. 

"  T^HERE'S  only  one  knot  left.     Can't  we  start 
1     now  ?  "  shouted    Heema,  as  he    untied  the 

next  to  the  last  knot. 

"  Not  until  afternoon ;  but  you  may  go  to  the 

marsh  with  me  to  gather  reeds  to  blow  on  at  the 

dance,"  answered  Massea. 

Just  before  lunch,  Heema  burst  into  the  hut, 


32  DOCAS. 

where  Ama  was  busy  putting  food  into  their 
baskets. 

"  I  got  all  these  reeds  myself  and  I  tied  them 
together  myself,"  he  cried.  He  held  up  a  bunch 
of  reeds  tied  together  with  a.  deerskin  string  and 
almost  as  big  as  he  was. 

"  Such  fun  as  we  shall  have  at  the  acorn  dance ! " 
he  exclaimed,  pulling  a  reed  out  of  the  bunch, 
and  cutting  it  in  such  a  manner  that  it  made  a 
rude  flute.  He  began  to  jump  around  the  hut, 
blowing  on  the  reed  meanwhile.  As  he  gave 
an  extra  big  jump,  he  lit  on  the  edge  of  one  of 
the  baskets,  tipped  it  over,  and  spilled  the  clams 
in  it  all  over  the  ground. 

"  I  wish  you  would  be  more  quiet,  like  Docas," 
said  Ama. 

"  Never  mind,  I'll  pick  up  the  clams,"  said 
Heema,  hurrying  to  get  the  clams  back  into  the 
basket  again.  "  Docas  wants  to  be  a  man.  You 
can't  have  much  fun  with  him  these  days,"  he 
said. 

Just  as  he  put  the  last  clam  back,  Docas  and 
Massea  came  in  sight,  and  Heema  ran  to  meet 
them. 

By  the  middle  of  the  afternoon,  everything  was 
ready,  and  they  started  with  their  reeds  for  the 
village  of  Chief  Yeeta.  They  carried  a  great 
many  clams  and  much  grass-seed  bread,  for  they 
were  to  be  gone  several  days.  Yeeta's  village 


The  Red  Deer. 


34  DOCAS. 

was  about  eight  miles  away,  by  the  side  of  a  little 
brook. 

Docas  walked  quietly  along  by  Massea's  side, 
but  Heema  ran  around  so  much,  chasing  squirrels, 
that  he  began  to  grow  tired. 

Suddenly  Docas  said,  "  There's  Apa." 

"  He  has  come  to  meet  us.  We  must  be  al- 
most there,"  said  Heema,  forgetting  that  he  was 
tired,  and  running  forward. 

From  the  top  of  the  next  hill  Heema  could 
look  down  on  the  village  where  Apa  lived.  In 
a  minute  he  came  running  back  to  Docas. 

"  Oh,  there  are  so  many  people  there !  And 
they  are  making  a  big  circle  by  sticking  green 
boughs  in  the  ground  out  in  an  open  place," 
exclaimed  Heema.  "  Please  hurry  up,  Docas, 
you  are  so  slow." 

Docas  laughed  and  said,  "  Not  when  I  get 
started,  Heema,"  and  he  began  running  toward 
Apa.  Docas  could  run  fast,  so  he  reached  Apa 
long  before  Heema  did. 

"Why  are  the  people  putting  grass  down  in  a 
circle  ? "  asked  Heema,  as  the  three  boys  walked 
into  the  village. 

"  That's  where  they  dance,  and  they  want  it  to 
be  soft  so  that  they  can  lie  down  when  they  get 
tired,"  answered  Docas. 

It  was  dark  before  all  the  invited  people  had 
come,  so  they  all  had  supper  and  went  to  bed. 


AT  THE  INDIAN  VILLAGE.  35 

Next  morning  the  dancing  began.  Massea 
stood  on  one  side  and  stamped  on  a  hollow  log, 
while  the  women  and  the  other  men  made  one  big 
circle,  and  swayed  back  and  forth,  singing  as  they 
danced.  They  kept  time  with  their  singing  and 
dancing  to  Massea's  stamping. 

By  and  by  they  grew  tired  and  stopped  danc- 
ing. 

Heema  had  gone  down  to  the  brook,  for  he 
was  tired  of  watching  the  dance. 

"  Come,  Heema,"  called  Docas.  "  We  must 
take  around  the  acorn  porridge  now.  The 
people  are  hungry." 

After  the  porridge  had  been  served,  the  men 
stepped  out  again  into  the  circle,  while  the  women 
sat  on  the  ground  outside  and  looked  on.  Yeeta 
had  a  big  rattle  in  his  hand,  and  each  of  the  other 
men  had  a  reed. 

Yeeta  stood  in  the  centre  and  shook  his  rattle. 
The  other  men  blew  on  their 'reeds,  and  began 
jumping  toward  the  right  The  dance  went 
on  for  a  little  while,  and  then  suddenly  Yeeta 
stopped  shaking  the  rattle.  The  men,  who  were 
watching  him,  stopped  dancing  and  blowing  their 
reeds  at  the  same  time. 

"Good,"  said  Docas,  who  was  standing  near. 
M  No  one  got  caught  that  time." 

Yeeta  again  began  shaking  his  rattle,  and  the 
dance  went  on  once  more.  This  time  he  had 


36  DOCAS. 

been  shaking  the  rattle  for  a  long  while,  when 
suddenly  he  stopped  a  second  time. 

"Look  at  them!  Look  at  them!  Half  the 
men  were  not  looking  at  him,  and  they  are  still 
dancing,"  shouted  Docas,  and  he  laughed  and 
pointed  his  finger  at  the  dancers  who  were  caught. 
The  other  boys  laughed  too,  and  the  careless  men 
looked  foolish. 

And  so  the  dance  went  on  for  days,  until  they 
had  eaten  all  the  food  they  had  with  them.  As 
they  went  home,  Docas  said  to  Heema,  "  I  wish 
next  autumn  were  here  so  that  the  acorns  would 
be  ripe  again,  and  it  would  be  time  for  another 
acorn  dance." 


DOCAS    PLAYING   "  TEEKEL." 

,  Docas,  I  am  so  tired  of  working!  Let's 
play  something,"  said  Heema  one  evening. 

"  Help  me  get  the  boys  together  and  we  will 
play  teekel.  Father  and  the  other  men  played  it 
last  night,"  answered  Docas. 

Docas  and  Heema  ran  through  the  rancheria 
shouting, "  Come  play  teekel !  Come  play  teekel ! " 
as  loud  as  they  could. 

Before  five  minutes  had  passed,  a  crowd  of 
boys  were  gathered  in  an  open  space  at  one  side 
of  the  rancheria.  Each  boy  brought  with  him  a 
long,  slender  stick  about  as  tall  as  himself. 


AT  THE  INDIAN  VILLAGE.  37 

"  I  will  get  the  ball,  if  you  will  make  the  lines,' 
shouted  Docas,  running  toward  the  hut. 

In  a  minute  Docas  came  back  carrying  the  ball, 
which  was  made  of  deerskin  and  looked  like  a 
small  dumb-bell.  While  he  was  gone,  the  boys 
had  scratched  two  long  lines  in  the  ground  about 
ten  feet  apart.  The  lines  were  in  the  middle  of 
the  open  space. 

"  You  haven't  made  the  hole  for  the  ball  yet," 
said  Docas.  He  dug  out  a  little  hole  midway 
between  the  two  lines  and  laid  the  ball  in  it. 

"  We'll  give  you  first  hit,  and  then  we'll  get  the 
ball  back  over  your  goal,"  said  Heema,  tossing 
the  ball  up  into  the  air  for  Docas  to  strike  at 
with  his  stick. 

But  Docas  hit  the  ball  and  sent  it  flying  toward 
Heema's  goal. 

"  After  it,  boys  !  "  shouted  Heema. 

In  an  instant  the  .whole  mass  of  boys  were 
rushing  toward  the  ball.  Then  such  a  running 
to  and  fro  as  there  was !  Back  and  forth  went 
the  ball,  first  toward  one  goal,  then  toward  the 
other. 

Such  wild  blows  as  were  aimed  at  the  ball! 
Sometimes  they  hit  it,  but  more  often  the  sticks 
beat  the  air  wildly,  or  else  fell  on  some  boy's  head 
or  shoulders.  Not  a  boy  cried  even  if  the  blows 
did  hurt,  because,  they  thought,  "  Our  fathers  did 
not  cry  when  they  played  last  night,  and  we  must 


38  DOCAS. 

not  be  less  brave."  But  they  shouted  and  laughed 
so  much  that  Massea  came  out  to  see  what  was 
going  on. 

"  Run,  Docas,  run ! "  shouted  Massea,  as  one 
of  the  boys  on  Docas's  side  sent  the  ball  flying 
far  over  the  heads  of  the  other  boys,  and  down 
toward  where  Docas  was  standing  near  his  goal. 

And  Docas  did  run.  He  knew  that  the  boys 
on  the  other  side  were  coming  as  fast  as  they 
could.  He  knew  that  he  was  the  only  boy  on 
his  side  who  was  near  the  ball,  and  that  unless  he 
reached  it  first  they  would  send  it  back  over  to 
their  goal.  He  knew  that  Massea  and  the  other 
men  were  watching  him. 

On  came  the  crowd  of  boys.  Now  they  were 
so  near  that  their  sticks  were  raised  to  strike  the 
ball  back.  But  Docas  slipped  in  just  ahead,  hit 
the  ball  and  sent  it  flying  over  his  goal.  Docas 
had  fallen,  but  the  other  boys  could  not  stop. 
They  tumbled  over  Docas,  and  then  in  an  instant 
there  was  a  mixture  of  boys  and  sticks  in  a  heap 
on  the  ground,  with  Docas  at  the  bottom. 

In  a  minute  more,  however,  they  were  on  their 
feet.  Docas  got  up  and  laughed,  although  he 
had  a  big  lump  on  his  forehead.  He  was  happy, 
for  he  had  won  the  game.  And  more  than  that, 
Massea's  hand  lay  on  his  head  for  an  instant,  as 
he  said,  "  My  oldest  son.  He  will  be  a  man  like 
his  father  some  day." 


And  sent  it  flying  over  his  goal. 


40  DOCAS. 


MAKING   THE    MOUNTAINS. 

ONE  summer  Massea  went  across  the  moun- 
tains east  of  the  rancheria  to  the  big  valley 
beyond.  He  went  to  make  a  visit  and  to  get 
some  good  wood  from  which  to  make  bows,  for 
the  best  wood  for  bows  grew  only  on  the  moun- 
tains which  wrere  farther  to  the  east. 

When  he  came  back,  all  the  Indians  were  lying 
around  the  campfire  after  supper. 

"  Tell  us  what  you  saw,  father,"  said  Docas. 

"  I  saw  great  mountains  beyond  the  big  valley." 

"  Bigger  mountains  than  ours  ?  "  asked  Docas. 

"  Yes,  mountains  so  high  that  it  is  always  win- 
ter on  their  tops,"  answered  Massea. 

"  I  don't  see  how  the  mountains  ever  came  to  be 
so  big,"  said  Heema. 

"  Shall  I  tell  you  a  story  about  how  the  moun- 
tains were  made  ?  I  heard  one  over  there,"  said 
Massea. 

"  Yes !     Yes ! "  cried  the  children. 

"  Once  upon  a  time  there  was  nothing  in  the 
world  but  water.  Where  Tulare  Lake  now  is,  there 
was  a  pole  standing  up  out  of  the  water,  and  on  it 
sat  a  hawk  and  a  crow.  First  one  of  them  would 
sit  on  it  awhile,  then  the  other  would  take  his 
turn.  Thus  they  sat  on  the  pole  above  the  water 
for  a  long,  long  time." 


AT  THE  INDIAN  VILLAGE.  41 

"  How  long  ?  "  asked  Docas. 

"  A  great  many  times  as  long  as  you  are  years 
old,"  answered  Massea.  "  At  last  they  grew  tired 
of  living  all  alone,  so  they  made  some  birds.  They 
made  the  birds  that  live  on  fish,  such  as  the  king' 
fisher,  the  duck,  and  the  eagle.  Among  them 
was  a  very  small  duck.  This  duck  dived  down 
to  the  bottom  of  the  water  and  came  up  with  its 
beak  full  of  mud.  When  it  came  to  the  top  it 
died ;  then  it  lay  floating  on  the  water. 

"  The  hawk  and  the  crow  then  gathered  the 
mud  from  the  duck's  mouth." 

"  What  did  they  do  with  it  ?  "  asked  Alachu. 

"  Keep  still,  Alachu,  and  let  father  tell  the 
story,"  said  Docas. 

"  They  began  to  make  the  mountains.  They 
began  away  south.  We  call  the  place  Tehachapi 
Pass  now.  The  hawk  made  the  eastern  range,  and 
the  crow  made  the  western.  Little  by  little,  a« 
they  dropped  in  bit  after  bit  of  the  earth,  the 
mountains  grew.  By  and  by  they  rose  above  the 
water.  Finally  the  hawk  and  the  crow  met  in 
the  north  at  Mount  Shasta.  When  they  com- 
pared their  mountains,  the  eastern  range  was 
much  smaller  than  the  western. 

"  Then  the  hawk  said  to  the  crow,  '  You  have 
played  a  joke  on  me.  You  have  taken  some  of 
the  earth  out  of  my  bill.  That  is  why  your  moun- 
tains are  larger.'. 


42  DOCAS. 

11  It  was  so,  and  the  crow  laughed  in  his  claws. 
The  hawk  did  not  know  what  to  do,  but  at  last 
he  got  an  Indian  weed  and  chewed  it.  This 
weed  made  him  very  wise,  so  he  took  hold  of  the 
mountains  and  slipped  them  round  in  a  circle. 
He  put  the  range  he  had  made  in  place  of  the 
other.  That  is  why  the  mountains  east  of  the 
big  valley  are  now  larger  than  our  Coast  Range." 

THE  MEASURING-WORM  ROCK. 

WHEN  Massea  had  finished  his  story,  Docas 
said,  "  Tell  us  another,  father!" 

"  Yes,  tell  us  another  !  "  cried  all  the  children. 

By  this  time  every  child  in  the  rancheria  had 
come  to  listen. 

"  Very  well,"  said  Massea.  "  When  I  was  over 
in  the  great  mountains,  I  saw  a  valley,  the  Yosem- 
ite,  with  one  rocky  wall  going  up  out  of  it  a 
mile  high.  The  Indians  over  there  told  me  a 
story  about  that  rock.  There  were  once  two 
little  boys  living  in  a  valley.  These  boys  went 
down  to  the  river  to  swim,  and  after  they  fyad 
paddled  about  awhile,  one  said,  *  I  am  going  on 
shore  to  take  a  sleep.' 

" '  I  am  going  with  you.  We  will  lie  down  in 
the  sun  on  that  rock/  said  the  second  boy. 

"  They  both  lay  down  on  the  rock  and  fell  fast 
asleep.  They  slept  so  long  that  winter  came  and 


AT  THE  INDIAN  VILLAGE.  43 

then  the  next  summer.  Another  summer  and 
winter  came,  and  still  they  slept  on.  Summer 
after  summer  went  by,  and  still  the  children  did 
not  wake. 

"  Meanwhile  the  rock  on  which  they  lay  was 
rising  slowly  into  the  air.  Day  after  day,  and 
night  after  night,  it  rose  higher  and  higher,  until 
soon  they  were  up  beyond  the  reach  of  their 
friends.  Far  up,  far  up  they  went  until  their  faces 
scraped  the  moon,  and  still  the  children  slept. 

"  At  length  all  the  animals  came  together,  for 
they  intended  to  get  the  boys  down  in  some  way. 

"Suppose  we  all  make  a  spring  up  the  wall. 
Some  of  us  will  be  sure  to  reach  the  top,'  said 
the  lion. 

"  '  Agreed,'  said  the  others. 

"  One  by  one  they  began  to  jump.  The  little 
mouse  jumped  up  a  hand-breadth.  The  rat 
jumped  two  hand-breadths.  The  raccoon  jumped 
a  little  higher ;  and  so  on. 

"All  the  smaller  animals  had  failed  when  the 
grizzly  bear  came  to  take  his  turn. 

"'  I  shall  jump  far  higher  than  any  of  you.  I 
shall  get  to  the  top,'  said  the  bear. 

"  He  gave  a  tremendous  leap,  but  he,  too,  failed. 

"  Last  of  all  came  the  lion.  *  It  is  not  strange 
that  you  have  all  failed.  You  are  not  lions.  But 
I  am  the  king  of  beasts.  I  shall  bring  the  little 
boys  down,'  said  he. 


44  DOCAS. 

"  He  stepped  back  from  the  wall,  then  he  ran 
and  jumped  with  all  his  might.  He  jumped 
higher  than  any  of  the  others,  but  the  top  of  the 
rock  was  still  far  above  him,  so  he  fell  back  and 
tumbled  flat  on  his  back. 

"  Without  saying  anything,  a  tiny  little  measur- 
ing-worm began  to  creep  up  the  rock.  It  was  so 
tiny  that  none  of  the  animals  noticed  it.  Little 
by  little,  it  crept  slowly  upward.  Presently  it  was 
above  the  bear's  jump,  then  it  was  far  above  the 
lion's  jump,  then  it  was  out  of  sight." 

"  Please  hurry  up,  father,"  said  Alachu.  "  I 
can  scarcely  wait  to  see  if  it  got  the  little  boys." 

Massea  only  smiled  and  went  on.  "  So  it 
crawled  up,  and  up,  and  up,  through  many  win- 
ters, and  at  last  it  reached  the  top." 

"  Goody !  "  cried  Alachu,  clapping  her  hands. 
"  Then  what  did  it  do  ?  " 

"  Then  the  measuring-worm  took  the  little 
boys  and  brought  them  down  the  way  it  went 
up." 

THE   FIRST   WHITE    MAN. 

ONE  morning  Massea  said,  "  I  am  going  out 
to  hunt  deer  to-day." 

Docas  went  to  a  corner  of  the  cave  and  got  a 

deer's  head  with  the  horns  on  it,  and  gave  it  to 

'Massea.     Massea  took  the  head,  picked    up  his 


AT  THE  INDIAN  VILLAGE.  45 

bow  and  arrows,  and  went  away.  He  carried  H 
until  he  had  walked  nearly  to  the  top  of  the 
mountains,  then  he  tied  the  deer's  head  on  top  of 
his  own  head. 

After  that  he  looked  as  if  he  were  a  deer  him- 
self as  he  walked  along  through  the  bushes.  He 
did  this  so  that  he  would  not  frighten  any  deer 
which  might  see  him  coming. 

By  and  by  he  saw  some  deer  not  very  far  off. 
He  bent  down  so  that  only  his  horns  showed 
above  the  bushes ;  then  he  walked  toward  the 
deer.  They  looked  up  when  they  heard  the 
noise,  and  saw  the  deer's  head  coming  toward 
them.  "  It's  nothing  but  another  deer,"  they 
thought. 

Massea  kept  walking  closer  and  closer  to  them, 
until  he  was  so  near  that  he  was  sure  he  could  hit 
them.  Then  he  raised  his  bow,  put  the  arrow 
into  its  place,  pulled  the  string,  and  took  good 
aim.  He  let  go  the  string,  and  the  arrow  flew. 
In  a  minute  more  a  large  deer  was  lying  dead, 
and  the  others  were  running  away. 

Massea  went  up  to  the  dead  deer.  When  he 
saw  how  large  it  was  he  said  to  himself,  "  That 
will  give  Ama  and  Docas  something  tcr  eat  for  a 
long  time."  He  threw  the  deer  over  his  shoulder 
and  started  to  carry  it  home. 

After  a  while  he  became  tired,  so  he  lay  down 
to  rest  under  a  big  redwood  tree.  By  and  by  he 


46  DOCAS. 

heard  a  noise  and  looked  up,  and  there,  a  little 
way  off,  were  three  deer.  He  picked  up  his 
bow  and  arrows  to  shoot,  but  saw  something 
that  surprised  him  so  much  that  he  stopped. 

He  saw  two- men  with  white  skins.  They  did 
not  see  Massea,  because  they  too  were  looking  at 
the  deer.  One  of  them  raised  something  long 
and  black  which  he  had  in  his  hand.  There  was 
a  loud  noise,  and  one  of  the  deer  fell  dead. 

Massea  was  frightened,  for  he  had  never  seen 
white  men  before.  He  hid  himself  so  that  they 
could  not  see  him.  He  was  afraid  they  might 
kill  him  in  the  same  way  that  they  had  killed 
the  deer,  without  even  using  a  bow  and  arrow. 

They  picked  up  their  deer  and  went  off  toward 
the  ocean.  Massea  followed  a  little  way  behind 
until  he  saw  that  they  were  going  down  the 
mountains.  Then  he  came  back  to  where  he  had 
left  his  deer,  and  carried  it  down  to  the  Indian 
rancheria.  You  can  imagine  how  surprised  the 
Indians  were  when  he  told  them  what  he  had 
seen. 

A  few  days  later,  Docas  and  some  of  the  other 
Indian  boys  were  playing  at  the  edge  of  the  camp, 
when  Dotas  heard  a  noise  and  looked  up. 

"  Look !  What's  that  queer  animal  coming 
toward  us  ?  "  he  said. 

"It  has  two  heads!  "  exclaimed  Heema. 

The  children  were  so  surprised  that  they  did 


That  will  give  Ama  and  Docas  something  to  eat  for  a  long  time- 


48  DOCAS. 

not  think  of  running.  They  just  sat  still  and 
looked  at  this  thing  as  it  came  nearer. 

"  There  are  three  more  of  them,"  cried  Docas. 
"  They  are  coming  toward  us,  too." 

"Now  the  first  one  is  stopping!  Now  it's 
breaking  in  two ! "  exclaimed  Heema. 

In  a  moment  more,  however,  the  children 
found  that  it  was  not  one  creature.  It  was  a 
white  man  riding  on  a  queer  little  animal  with 
long  ears  that  wagged  backward  and  forward. 

They  walked  toward  Docas,  and  Docas  called 
his  father.  Massea  did  not  run  away,  but  came 
up  to  where  they  were.  The  white  men  told 
Massea  by  signs  that  they  were  trying  to  find  out 
how  far  the  great  b.ay  extended  to  the  south. 

Massea  showed  them  as  well  as  he  could. 
The  white  men  made  the  Indians  understand 
that  they  were  going  round  the  bay,  and  that 
there  were  more  white  men  camped  on  a  creek 
a  few  miles  back. 

After  they  had  gone  on,  a  great  many  of 
the  Indians  went  up  to  the  camp  to  see  the 
white  men.  They  took  them  some  acorn  meal 
to  eat. 

At  the  camp  they  found  the  white  chief,  Gov- 
ernor Portola.  The  white  men  had  more  of  the 
strange  animals  at  the  camp.  They  let  Docas 
and  his  little  brother  Heema  look  at  them  as 
long  as  they  liked.  Heema  said  to  Docas,  "  Oh, 


AT  THE  INDIAN  VILLAGE.  49 

Docas,  do  you  think  they  would  let  me  ride  one 
of  the  queer  animals  a  little  way  ? " 

Docas  said,  "  I  don't  know,  but  I  will  ask  and 
find  out." 

The  white  men  smiled  and  nodded  when  they 
understood  what  Docas  wanted.  Docas  went  to 
Heema  and  said,  "  They  do  not  care." 

In  a  moment  Heema  was  seated  on  the  mule's 
back.  As  the  mule  began  to  walk,  Heema  held 
very  tightly  to  the  saddle. 

"  Riding  a  mule  is  easy,"  said  Heema. 

"  Let  me  try,"  said  Docas. 

Docas  led  the  mule  to  a  rock,  and  Heema 
jumped  down.  Docas  rode  around  until  Massea 
said,  "  It  is  time  to  go  home." 

After  a  day  or  two,  the  men  who  had  gone 
south  around  the  bay  came  back,  then  the  whole 
party  went  away  over  the  mountains  to  the  ocean 
again.  That  was  the  last  that  Docas  saw  of  the 
white  men  for  eight  years. 

DOCAS    GOES    TO   THE    RED    HILL. 

ONE  day  Massea  said,  "  Docas,  we  have  used 
the  last  of  our  red  earth.     We  must  go  to 
the  red  hill  and  get  some  more."     They  wanted 
the  red  earth  to  paint  their  bodies. 

Next  morning  they  started  very  early,  while  it 
was  still  cold.  They  went  to  the  creek  near  by 


50  DOCAS. 

and  took  some  mud  from  the  bank.  This  they 
smeared  all  over  their  bodies  to  keep  them  warm. 
After  they  were  covered  with  mud  the  cold  wind 
did  not  strike  the  bare  skin,  so  they  were  warmer. 

Then  they  walked  south  across  the  valley 
toward  what  we  now  call  the  New  Almaden 
Mine.  Docas  was  old  enough  and  strong 
enough  to  walk  almost  as  far  as  his  father. 

A  little  after  noon  they  came  to  the  hill  where 
the  red  earth  was.  They  rilled  some  baskets 
with  it  and  sat  down  to  rest.  They  soon  saw- 
five  more  Indians  coming  with  empty  baskets. 

When  they  came  nearer  Massea  spoke  to 
them,  and  asked  them  from  what  place  they 
came.  They  said  they  lived  over  on  the  coast 
on  the  southern  part  of  the  big  bay.  They  told 
Massea  that  they  had  gone  to  live  at  what  was 
called  the  Carmel  Mission.  Massea  had  never 
heard  of  a  mission  before,  so  he  asked  them  to 
tell  him  what  it  was. 

One  of  the  strange  Indians  said,  "  Some  white 
men  came  and  settled  near  our  rancheria." 

Docas  had  been  sitting  by  his  father's  side  all 
this  time,  listening.  When  he  heard  this,  he  said 
to  Massea,  "  Oh,  father,  perhaps  it  is  some  of  the 
white  men  who  came  past  our  rancheria  when  I 
was  a  little  boy." 

Massea  said,  "  Perhaps." 

Then  he  asked  the  strange  Indian  if  they  were 


AT  THE  INDIAN  VILLAGE.  51 

the  white  men  who  had  come  across  the  moun- 
tains about  eight  summers  ago. 

The  Indian  said,  "  No;  but  they  were  friends." 

He  then  said  to  Massea  and  Docas,  "  We  call 
the  white  men  'father.'  They  are  very  good  to 
us.  They  showed  us  how  to  make  a  very  large 
house.  It  is  not  made  of  brush,  but  is  made  of 
clay,  and  we  call  this  house  the  church." 

u  How  big  is  it  ?  "  asked  Docas. 

"  It  is  so  large  that  many  oak  trees  could  stand 
inside  it.  On  the  walls  are  things  that,  when 
you  come  in  front  of  them,  show  your  face  clearer 
than  the  quietest  spring  of  water.  Then  there 
are  long  white  sticks  that  make  a  soft  light  when 
they  are  lit.  But  the  most  beautiful  things  in 
the  church  are  the  pictures." 

"  What  are  pictures  ?  "  asked  Massea. 

"  Flat  things  that  hang  on  the  wall  and  look 
like  people,"  the  stranger  answered. 

He  stopped  for  a  while  after  he  had  told  all 
this.  Massea  and  Docas  did  not  say  anything. 
By  and  by  he  said,  "  The  fathers  have  been  kind 
to  us,  so  I  have  gone  to  live  with  them.  I  am  a 
Mission  Indian  now."  After  this  Massea  and 
Docas  asked  him  many  questions  about  how 
they  lived. 

Before  he  went  away,  Massea  said  to  him,  "  I 
think  I  should  like  to  be  a  Mission  Indian.  Are 
not  any  of  the  fathers  coming  over  across  the 
mountains  ?  " 


52  DO  CAS. 

The  strange  Indian  from  Monterey  said,  M  Yes, 
a  little  while  ago  a  new  father,  called  Father  Pena, 
came  to  our  Mission.  He  soon  started  over  the 
mountains  to  begin  a  new  Mission.  He  must  be 
out  in  the  valley  somewhere  now." 

After  a  while,  Massea  and  Docas  took  up  their 
baskets  and  started  off.  All  the  way  home  they 
kept  talking  about  the  Mission  and  what  the 
Indian  from  Monterey  had  told  them. 

That  night,  as  they  sat  around  the  campfire, 
Massea  told  the  other  Indians  all  they  had  heard 
that  day.  Some  of  the  Indians  laughed  at  the 
story,  but  Massea  said,  "  If  one  of  the  fathers 
comes  over  here,  I  am  going  to  know  more  about 
him.  Perhaps  I  shall  go  to  live  with  him." 

DOCAS    IN    A    FIGHT. 

A  FEW  days  after  this  visit  to  the  red  hill, 
Massea  and  his  family  saw  some  white 
men  coming  into  the  rancheria.  Three  of  them 
were  riding  on  animals  very  much  like  those 
ridden  by  Portola's  men;  but  these  were  not 
mules  —  they  were  horses. 

Each  man  wore  a  cloak  of  padded  deerskin. 
Arrows  could  not  go  through  these  cloaks,  so  the 
white  men  always  wore  them.  Sometimes  the 
Indians  shot  arrows  at  them,  but  when  they  came 
to  this  rancheria  the  Indians  did  not  try  to  hurt 


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them.      They  gave  the  white  men  some  acorn 
mush  to  eat. 

While  they  were  eating,  Docas  crept  up  to  his 
father  and  said,  "  Do  you  think  that  man  with  the 
long  dark  dress  is  the  father  the  Indian  from  the 
coast  told  about  ?  " 

Massea  said,  "  I  think  so,  but  we  will  see  after 
dinner." 

The  white  men  had  an  Indian  with  them  who 
could  talk  both  Indian  and  Spanish.  After  they 
had  eaten,  they  began  to  talk  to  the  Indians. 

Docas  was  right.  One  of  the  men  was  Father 
Pena,  who  had  come  into  their  valley  to  start  a 
new  mission. 

He  went  about  ten  miles  farther  south.  There 
he  started  the  new  mission,  and  called  it  Santa 
Clara,  after  a  very  good  and  beautiful  woman. 

One  day,  a  few  weeks  later,  Massea  got  into  a 
quarrel  with  some  Indians  from  another  rancheria, 
about  some  deer  they  had  trapped.  That  night 
Docas  heard  something  go  "  thud  "  by  the  side  of 
his  head  while  he  was  asleep.  He  put  out  his 
hand  and  felt  an  arrow  sticking  in  the  ground 
beside  the  tule  mat  on  which  he  was  sleeping. 

"  Some  one  is  shooting  at  us,"  he  shouted. 

Massea  jumped  up  and  got  his  own  bow  and 
arrows.  He  came  over  and  felt  of  the  arrow  that 
had  been  shot  into  the  hut,  to  see  from  what  direc- 
tion it  came. 


54  DOCAS. 

Massea  gave  a  long  call  to  tell  the  Indians  ol 
their  rancheria  that  there  was  danger  and  that 
they  must  help.  Then  he  and  Docas  crept  out 
of  the  house  and  hid  behind  two  trees  that  stood 
near  the  front  of  the  hut.  In  a  moment  more 
they  saw  some  dark  figures  moving  about  in  the 
direction  from  which  the  arrow  had  come. 

They  raised  their  bows  and  were  just  going  to 
shoot,  when  they  heard  a  rustle  behind  them. 
They  turned  quickly,  but  before  they  could  help 
themselves,  their  arms  were  seized  and  tied  be- 
hind their  backs. 

"  Now  we  have  you,"  said  the  strange  Indians. 

Some  of  the  strange  Indians  hurried  into  the 
hut  and  brought  out  Am  a,  Heema,  and  Alachu 
and  took  them  off.  The  others  stayed  to  fight. 

Next  day  they  took  Massea  and  his  family  out 
to  the  middle  of  their  rancheria.  The  Indians 
who  had  captured  them  were  going  to  torture 
them. 

Suddenly  a  man  in  a  long  gray  gown  stood 
among  them.  It  was  Father  Pena,  and  he  was 
holding  up  a  cross. 

He  said,  "  My  children,  what  are  you  doing  ? 
Do  you  know  that  it  is  wrong  for  you  to  torture 
your  neighbors  ?  Let  them  go." 

These  Indians  loved  Father  Pena  already  and 
wanted  to  do  as  he  told  them,  so  they  let  Massea 
go,  and  all  his  family  with  him. 


PART   II. 

WHEN   DOCAS  LIVED  AT  THE   MISSION. 


i 


He  decided  to  go  to  the  Mission  to  live. 


PART   II. 

WHEN   DOCAS   LIVED   AT  THE   MISSION. 
DOCAS    GOES    TO    LIVE    AT    THE    MISSION. 

AFTER  Father  Pena  had  saved  Massea  from 
being  tortured,  Massea  liked  him  very  much, 
— so  much  that  he  decided  to  go  to  the  Mission 
to  live. 

Therefore  after  a  few  days  they  gathered  to- 
gether their  baskets,  their  bows  and  arrows,  and 
some  seeds.  Then  they  were  ready  to  start,  for 
they  had  nothing  more  to  take  with  them.  Docas 
walked  with  Heema,  his  little  brother.  Massea 
walked  at  the  side  of  Ama,  who  was  carrying 
Keoka,  Docas's  baby  sister.  Alachu  trotted  be- 
hind. 

When  they  came  to  the  Mission  they  found 
that  some  of  the  Indians  who  were  already  there 
had  helped  Father  Pena  to  build  a  very  large 
brush  house.  This  the  Father  called  a  church. 
Near  it  was  the  Father's  hut,  and  off  at  one  side 
were  the  huts  of  the  Indians.  These  huts  were 
built  in  rows,  but  they  were  of  brush  just  as  they 
had  always  been. 

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$8  DOCAS 

As  soon  as  they  arrived,  Docas  and  Massea 
went  off  a  little  way  to  the  creek,  where  there 
were  many  willow  trees  growing.  They  broke 
off  the  leafy  branches  and  carried  them  up  to 
the  Mission  to  make  their  own  hut.  When  they 
had  a  large  pile  of  branches  they  began  to 
build  it. 

First  they  stuck  one  end  of  a  branch  into  the 
ground.  They  did  that  with  all  the  branches 
until  they  had  a  circle,  putting  the  branches  so 
close  together  that  Docas  could  hardly  look  be- 
tween them. 

When  the  circle  was  finished,  they  bent  all  the 
tops  of  the  branches  together  and  tied  them; 
then  they  covered  the  house  with  dry  grass. 

The  Father  tried  to  get  Massea  to  build  a  bet- 
ter kind  of  house ;  he  said  he  would  show  him 
how  to  do  it,  for  the  brush  house  was  too  cold. 
But  Massea  said,  "  No ;  we  like  this  kind  of  house. 
When  it  gets  too  dirty,  we  will  burn  it  down  and 
build  another." 

They  left  a  little  hole  for  a  door.  They  left  it 
open  all  the  time  because  they  had  nothing  with 
which  to  close  it. 

After  the  house  was  finished  and  the  baskets 
were  put  away  in  it,  they  all  went  to  help  their 
friends  build  their  houses.  One  of  the  Indians 
who  was  already  living  at  the  Mission  brought 
them  a  bundle  of  straw,  which  Massea  put  across 


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the  hole  in  front  of  their  house.  That  meant  to 
any  Indian  who  might  come  to  see  them,  "  We  are 
away  from  home,  and  shall  be  gone  some  time." 


BREAKFAST    AT   THE   MISSION. 

IV TEXT  morning  Ama  got  up  very  early.  She 
1  ^  went  down  to  the  creek  bed  and  hunted 
about  until  she  found  two  stones  that  she  liked. 
One  was  large  and  flat  on  top;  the  other  was 
small  and  long,  with  one  end  that  had  been  worn 
smooth  by  the  water.  She  wanted  to  make  a 
new  mortar  and  pestle,  for  the  old  ones  were  so 
heavy  that  she  had  not  brought  them  with  her. 

Ama  carried  her  corn  down  to  the  creek,  put 
it  on  the  big  stone,  and  tried  to  pound  it  with  the 
little  one ;  but  the  corn  flew  all  over  the  ground, 
for  there  was  no  hole  worn  yet  in  the  top  of  the 
flat  rock. 

She  poured  some  more  corn  on  the  top  of  the 
flat  stone,  but  this  time  she  did  not  pound  it  so 
hard.  Even  then  she  could  not  grind  it  very  well, 
but  by  and  by  it  was  fine  enough  so  that  she 
could  make  mush  of  it. 

She  started  to  go  to  the  hut  to  tell  Docas  to 
make  a  fire.  Just  as  she  climbed  up  the  bank 
the  sun  came  over  the  top  of  the  mountain.  It 
shone  on  the  queer,  shiny  thing  that  looked  some- 
thing like  a  basket  upside  down.  This  thing 


60  DOCAS. 

hung  between  two  posts  by  the  church,  and  it 
was  shining  so  brightly  now. that  Ama  could 
hardly  look  at  it. 

At  the  same  moment  that  the  sun  rose,  she 
heard  something  go,  "  Clang,  clang,  clang! "  The 
sound  seemed  to  come  from  this  same  shiny  thing. 

It  waked  Massea  and  Docas,  and  they  came 
running  out  of  the  hut  to  see  what  was  the  mat- 
ter. In  a  few  minutes  all  the  other  people  in  the 
village  came  out  of  their  huts,  too. 

Everybody  seemed  to  be  going  toward  the 
shiny  thing  that  made  the  noise.  So  Ama 
snatched  up  little  Keoka,  and  they  all  followed 
after  the  other  people  to  see  what  was  the 
matter. 

They  found  that  all  the  Indians  were  going  into 
the  big  brush  house,  and  they  followed.  As  the 
people  went  in  they  knelt  down.  Massea  said, 
"  I  am  going  to  do  as  .  other  people  do,"  so  he 
knelt  down,  too.  Then  he  took  Ama  and  the 
children  and  went  to  a  corner  of  the  house  to  see 
what  was  going  to  happen. 

Up  in  the  front  of  the  house  some  of  the  long 
white  sticks  were  burning  that  the  Indian  from 
Monterey  had  told  about.  In  a  few  minutes 
more  Docas  heard  the  sweetest  sound!  Heema 
began  to  talk  to  him  just  then,  but  Docas  said, 
"Stop!  I  want  to  listen." 

In  a  few  minutes  some  more  boys  came  in,  all 


AT  THE  MISSION.  6l 

singing.  Docas  could  not  understand  anything 
they  said,  but  he  -liked  the  sound. 

Then  Father  Pena  came  out  and  said  some- 
thing, but  Docas  could  not  understand  that 
either.  After  the  little  boys  had  sung,  everybody 
got  up  and  went  out  of  the  house.  Massea  and 
his  family  followed,  and  they  all  went  back  to 
their  homes. 

Ama  asked  Docas  to  build  the  fire.  He  found 
some  dry  sticks  and  soon  had  a  fire  roaring. 
Just  then  a  strange  little  Mission  boy  with  a  red 
skirt  on  came  up.  "  What  are  you  building  that 
fire  for  ?  "  he  said. 

"  For  my  mother  to  cook  breakfast,"  answered 
Docas. 

"  We  don't  do  that  here  at  the  Mission,"  said 
the  strange  Indian  boy. 

"  Don't  have  any  breakfast  ? "  asked  Docas. 
Docas  was  almost  ready  to  wish  he  were  back 
at  the  old  rancheria,  if  he  could  not  have  any 
breakfast. 

"  Oh,  no  !  "  said  the  boy.  "  I  meant  that  each 
family  does  not  get  its  own  breakfast." 

"  Then  who  does  get  it  ?  "  asked  Docas. 

"  Well,  you  see  my  mother  and  some  of  the 
other  women  stayed  home  and  got  breakfast 
ready  for  all  of  us  while  we  were  at  mass,"  said 
the  boy.  Then  he  asked,  "  Where  is  your 
mother  ?  " 


62  DOCAS. 

"  She  is  down  at  the  creek  trying  to  grind 
some  more  corn  while  I  build  the  fire,"  answered 
Docas. 

"  Let's  surprise  her,"  said  the  boy.  "  Have 
you  some  baskets  ?  Get  one,  and  we  will  go  and 
get  the  breakfast  while  she  is  gone." 

Docas  went  into  the  hut  and  brought  out  one 
of  the  flat  baskets.  The  boy  looked  at  it ;  then 
he  said,  "  Haven't  you  any  deeper  basket  ?  They 
give  you  so  much  to  eat  here."  Docas  went 
back,  and  this  time  he  brought  out  one  of  the 
deep  baskets  in  which  Ama  used  to  carry  the 
grass-seed.  Then  they  went  off. 

Soon  Ama  came  back.  She  looked  all  round, 
but  could  not  find  any  fire.  "  I  wonder  what  has 
become  of  Docas,"  she  said. 

Docas  had  not  put  any  big  wood  on  the  fire, 
but  only  some  small  sticks,  so  by  the  time  Ama 
came  up  from  the  creek  it  was  all  burned  out. 

In  a  little  while  Ama  saw  Docas  coming  toward 
them,  carrying  a  basket  very  carefully  in  his  hands. 
The  other  Indian  boy  was  with  him. 

"  I  wonder  where  he  has  been  and  what  he  is 
carrying  in  that  basket.  I  should  think  he  would 
be  hungry  himself,  and  build  the  fire,  instead  of 
running  off  to  play  before  breakfast,"  thought 
Ama. 

In  a  minute  more  Docas  set  the  basket  down 
at  her  feet.  She  looked  into  it,  then  she  said 


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"Why,  it  is  filled  with  mush.  Where  did  you 
get  it  ? " 

Docas  then  told  Ama  about  the  big  boilers  full 
of  mush,  and  how  every  family  sent  and  got  its 
breakfast  from  them. 

The  strange  little  boy,  whose  name  was  Yisoo, 
said,  "  Good-by ;  I  will  be  back  after  breakfast, 
but  I  must  hurry  now  and  take  our  breakfast 
home." 

THE    MISSION    SCHOOL. 

A  FTER  a  little  while  Yisoo  came  back.  "  Come 
•  »•  now;  it  is  time  to  go  to  school,"  said  he. 

"  What  is  school  ?  What  do  you  do  there  ?  " 
asked  Docas. 

"  Why,  it's  a  place  where  all  the  Indian  boys  go 
every  day.  They  just  say  over  things  that  the 
Father  tells  them." 

"  Is  that  all  ?  I  don't  think  that's  any  fun," 
said  Docas. 

"  No,  it  isn't,"  said  the  boy;  "  but  I  tell  you  what 
is  fun,"  he  added.  "  If  you  have  a  good  voice,  the 
Father  will  teach  you  to  sing  and  maybe  he 
will  teach  you  to  play  on  a  violin." 

Docas  was  glad  to  hear  that  perhaps  he  could 
learn  to  sing,  for  he  loved  music.  As  they  walked 
along  Yisoo  told  Docas  about  what  he  must  da 
at  school. 


64  DOCAS. 

As  they  came  out  of  the  school,  Yisoo  said  to 
Docas,  "  I  can  beat  you  home."  They  both 
started  off  on  a  run,  but  Docas  came  out  a  little 
ahead.  Yisoo  looked  at  his  bare  legs  and  said, 
"  You  know  how  to  run." 

Docas  said,  "  Yes ;  but  you  see  I  haven't  so 
many  clothes  on  as  you." 

"  I  must  take  you  after  dinner  to  get  some 
clothes  like  mine,"  said  Yisoo. 

They  hurried  to  get  their  baskets  and  go  for 
the  dinner.  For  dinner  they  had  some  meat  as 
well  as  mush.  Father  Pena  told  the  women  who 
were  giving  out  the  dinner  that  both  Docas  and 
Yisoo  had  studied  very  hard  that  morning,  and 
if  there  were  any  scraps  of  dinner  left  they  should 
have  them.  So  Docas  and  Yisoo  had  a  big 
dinner  that'  day,  for  when  they  came  back,  the 
women  gave  them  each  an  extra  piece  of  meat 
and  a  little  cake  made  of  corn. 

After  dinner,  Yisoo  said,  "  Now  we  will  go  for 
your  clothes." 

They  went  to  the  house  where  the  Indian 
clothes  were  kept.  Father  Pena  went  with  them 
and  gave  Docas  a  suit  of  clothes  just  like  Yisoo's. 
Docas  liked  them  very  much,  for  the  jacket  was 
white  and  the  shirt  was  scarlet. 

After  Docas  was  dressed,  Father  Pena  said 
"  Haven't  you  a  brother  and  a  sister? " 

"  Yes,  Father,"  said  Docas. 


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0 

"  Then  take  them  each  a  suit  of  clothes,  too. 
All  the  children  here  wear  the  same  kind  of 
clothes,"  said  Father  Pena. 


RAISING    CORN. 

THE  place  the  Fathers  first  selected  for  the 
Mission  was  very  low,  and  before  they  had 
lived  there  many  winters,  a  great  rain  made  the 
creek  overflow  its  banks  and  flood  the  Mission. 

"  This  place  is  too  low ;  we  must  move  farther 
away  from  the  creek,"  said  the  Fathers,  as  they 
watched  the  muddy  water  swirling  about  among 
their  houses. 

So  before  long  the  entire  Mission  was  moved 
three  miles  away  to  a  safe  place. 

Father  Joseph  was  the  name  of  the  younger 
of  the  two  Fathers.  He  had  charge  of  the  Mis- 
sion gardens,  and  one  day  in  May  he  walked 
out  among  the  gardens  that  had  been  planted. 
Massea  was  at  work  pulling  weeds.  As  Father 
Joseph  came  near,  he  said,  "  Massea,  our  garden 
needs  more  water." 

Massea  said,  "  Yes,  it  is  too  dry ;  but  there  will 
be  no  rain  for  three  or  four  months  yet." 

"  What  can  we  do  to  bring  some  water  to  the 
garden  ?  "  said  Father  Joseph.  "  I  wonder  if  we 


66  DOCAS. 

could  not  make  a  long  ditch  from  the  Guadalupe 
Creek  around  our  garden  and  then  back  to  the 
creek  again." 

"  It  would  bring  the  water,  but  it  would  be 
much  work,  Father,"  said  Massea. 

"  We  have  many  Indians  who  could  work," 
said  Father  Joseph.  "  I  will  ask  Father  Pena 
what  he  thinks  about  it." 

Father  Pena  thought  the  idea  was  a  good  one. 
So  in  a  few  days,  after  they  had  marked  out  the 
course  of  the  ditch,  there  were  two  hundred 
Indian  men  at  work  digging.  Even  Docas 
worked  after  school  was  done.  They  worked 
so  hard  that  in  a  few  weeks  the  ditch  was  made, 
and  part  of  the  water  of  the  creek  was  flowing 
through  it.  After  that  the  gardens  were  never 
dry  any  more. 

The  children  liked  the  ditch  too,  for  it  was 
such  a  fine  place  to  go  wading  in.  Heema  made 
tiny  boats  out  of  tules1  as  nearly  like  Massea's 
big  boat  as  he  could.  Even  Docas  liked  to 
watch  his  little  brother  and  sister  sail  their  boats 
on  the  water  in  the  ditch. 

By  the  side  of  the  irrigating  ditch  grew  many 
rows  of  corn.  When  it  was  ripe,  Massea  went 
to  his  house  and  got  a  very  large,  deep  basket. 

Docas  said,  "  Where  are  you  going,  father  ?  " 

1  7V/<r,  a  large  bulrush  growing  abundantly  on  overflowed  land  in 
California  and  elsewhere. 


Massea  gathering  corn* 


68  DOCAS. 

"  Father  Joseph  told  me  to  get  this  basket  and 
cut  the  corn,"  said  Massea. 

"  May  I  go  with  you,  father  ?  "  asked  Alachu. 

"  Yes,  if  you  will  not  get  in  the  way,"  said 
Massea. 

So  Massea  carried  his  basket  to  the  cornfield, 
and  Alachu  trotted  along  by  his  side.  He  went 
down  each  row  of  corn,  cutting  off  the  heads 
and  putting  them  into  his  basket.  Sometimes 
he  happened  to  drop  a  head,  but  when  he  did 
that,  Alachu  picked  it  up  for  him,  and  he  put  it 
into  his  basket. 

When  the  basket  was  full,  he  carried  it  to  the 
end  of  the  field  where  Docas  was  waiting  with 
a  cart  drawn  by  oxen.  Massea  emptied  the 
baskets  into  the  cart  until  it  was  full;  then  Docas 
drove  the  cart  to  a  storehouse. 

One  rainy  day  in  winter  when  they  could  not 
work  outside,  Father  Joseph  said  to  a  number 
of  the  Indian  men,  "  I  want  you  to  go  to  the 
storehouse  to-day  to  husk  corn." 

After  school  Docas  went  to  the  storehouse,  too, 
and  found  Massea  sitting  on  the  floor  with  the 
other  men.  Massea  tied  a  few  empty  husks 
together;  then  he  took  the  ears  that  Docas  had 
husked.  He  rubbed  a  full  ear  against  the  husks 
until  all  the  grains  of  corn  had  dropped  down 
into  the  basket  on  the  floor. 

Then  it  was  ready  to  be  roasted. 


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THRESHING   THE   GRAIN. 

ONE  morning  Massea  took  the  rough  wooden 
plough  and  went  out  to  a  smooth  piece 
of  ground  near  the  Mission.  He  began  to  plough 
the  ground  in  a  circle,  not  ploughing  very  deep, 
but  only  loosening  the  top. 

Heema  and  Alachu  were  wading  in  the  irrigat- 
ing ditch. 

Alachu  said,  "See  !  father  is  making  a  garden." 

''  That's  a  queer  place  to  make  a  garclen,"  said 
Heema. 

They  did  not  pay  any  more  attention,  but 
went  on  wading. 

That  afternoon  Docas  and  some  other  boys 
and  men  went  out  with  Massea  to  make  a  tight 
fence  around  the  circle  Massea  had  ploughed. 
Docas  tied  the  fence  together  with  rawhide 
strings  so  that  it  could  not  come  apart. 

After  the  fence  was  built,  Massea  poured  water 
over  the  top  of  the  ground.  Then  the  men  drove 
a  band  of  wild  horses  into  the  circle  and  closed 
up  the  gate  so  that  they  could  not  get  out. 

When  the  children  saw  the  horses  going  into 
the  circle,  they  all  ran  to  see  what  was  going  to 
happen.  Docas  peeped  through  a  hole  in  the 
fence.  He  could  see  the  horses  standing  around 
inside,  so  he  called  Yisoo  to  come  and  peep 
through,  too. 


70  DOCAS. 

One  horse  was  standing  near  the  hole  in  the 
fence.  When  he  heard  Docas  call,  he  pricked 
up  his  ears,  ducked  his  head,  kicked  up  his  heels, 
and  started  off  on  a  run.  As  soon  as  one  horse 
began  to  run  all  the  other  horses  began  to  run,  too. 
The  children  clapped  their  hands,  and  the  men 
yelled,  so  the  horses  kept  on  running  round  and 
round. 

By  the  time  Father  Joseph  told  Massea  to  let 
them  out,  the  ground  was  tramped  as  smooth  and 
hard  as  cement. 

Then  Massea  and  Docas  began  hauling  wheat 
from  the  fields  in  the  big  ox-carts,  and  piling  it 
up  in  the  middle  of  the  circle  on  the  hard  ground. 
Heema  had  to  go  to  school  most  of  the  time,  but 
Alachu  rode  out  with  Docas  in  the  empty  cart, 
and  came  back  on  the  top  of  the  load. 

One  day  Docas  piled  the  cart  very  full.  When 
he  was  ready  to  go,  he  gave  Alachu  a  toss  up  on 
the  load,  but  he  tossed  her  so  hard  that,  instead 
of  staying  on  top,  she  slipped  clear  off  on.  the 
other  side.  Docas  saw  her  slide  off  and  heard  a 
thud  on  the  ground.  He  ran  around  the  back 
of  the  cart,  but  he  could  not  see  Alachu.  He 
could  see  only  a  pile  of  grain  on  the  ground. 

"Alachu!"  he  called.  In  a  moment  the  grain 
on  the  ground  began  to  shake,  and  Alachu's 
head  came  up  out  of  the  middle  of  it.  A  big 
bunch  had  slid  off  with  her  and  covered  her  up, 


AT  THE  MISSION.  71 

Docas  was  afraid  she  was  hurt,  but  when  she 
began  to  laugh,  he  picked  her  up,  and  this  time 
he  set  her  very  carefully  on  top  of  the  hay  in  the 
cart. 

By  and  by  there  was  a  big  stack  of  grain  in 
the  centre  of  the  circle.  Massea  spread  some  of 
the  grain  out  on  the  open  space  between  the 
stack  and  the  fence,  and  the  men  turned  the 
horses  in  again.  Again  the  horses  ran  round 
and  round  until  they  had  tramped  all  the  wheat 
out  of  the  grain. 

Massea  said  to  Docas,  "  Run,  Docas.  Go  and 
get  the  pitchforks." 

Docas  ran  to  a  house  near  the  Father's  and 
brought  back  four  big,  wooden  pitchforks.  Docas 
gave  Massea  a  pitchfork.  He  also  gave  Yisoo's 
father  one ;  then  he  gave  one  to  Yisoo,  and  kept 
one  for  himself. 

They  went  inside  the  circle  and  tossed  the 
straw  over  the  fence.  Of  course  the  pitchforks 
would  not  lift  the  wheat,  so  it  stayed  on  the 
ground.  They  kept  on  putting  down  new  layers 
of  grain  and  letting  the  wild  horses  run  over  it 
and  trample  the  wheat  out,  until  there  was  no 
longer  any  stack  in  the  middle. 

Yisoo  had  the  wooden  shovels  ready,  and  they 
shovelled  all  the  wheat  into  a  pile  in  the  centre 
of  the  circle.  Some  of  it  they  swept  into  the  pile 
with  brush  brooms. 


72  DOCAS. 

"  What  dirty  wheat !  I  don't  want  to  eat  any 
mush  made  of  that  wheat.  It's  all  full  of  little 
pieces  of -chaff,"  said  Alachu.  She  shivered  as 
she  spoke,  for  a  cold  wind  was  blowing. 

"  Don't  you  want  to  come  inside  the  fence  ? 
It  is  warmer  inside,"  said  Docas.  Alachu  went 
inside  and  ran  over  to  Docas,  but  he  said,  "  No, 
you  must  not  stay  here.  Go  across  to  the  other 
side  of  the  circle,  close  to  the  fence." 

In  a  moment  more  she  saw  why  Docas  made 
her  go  over  to  the  other  side  of  the  circle.  Docas 
threw  a  big  shovelful  of  the  grain  and  chaff  up 
into  the  air. 

The  chaff  was  light,  and  the  wind  blew  it  away, 
but  the  grain  fell  back  to  the  ground.  The  air 
was  so  full  of  the  bits  of  flying  chaff  that  Alachu 
could  hardly  see  the  fence  where  she  had  been 
standing  at  first. 

GETTING    READY    TO    MAKE    BRICKS. 

ONE  morning,  Father  Pena  came  to  Massea. 
"  I  received  a  letter  yesterday  saying  that  a 
ship  has  come  to  San  Francisco,"  he  said.  "  It  has 
brought  some  pictures  for  the  church  at  our  Mis- 
sion. I  want  you  to  go  to  San  Francisco  with 
an  ox-cart  and  bring  the  pictures  back." 

Father  Pena  gave  Massea  charge  of  many 
things.  Massea  had  been  a  chief  at  his  Indian 


Threshing  the  grain. 


74  DOCAS. 

rancheria,  and  so  Father  Pena  sent  him  for  the 
pictures. 

Docas  went  with  Massea.  As  they  rode  along 
they  passed  their  old  rancheria,  which  was  de- 
serted now. 

"  Where  have  the  Indians  gone  ? "  asked 
Docas. 

"  They  went  away  across  the  mountains  toward 
the  rising  sun,"  answered  Massea.  "  They  live 
now  in  the  big  valley  down  by  Tulare  Lake." 

The  next  day  they  came  to  San  Francisco. 
Docas  was  much  interested  in  the  big,  new 
church  that  the  Indians  had  just  finished  build- 
ing. It  was  made  of  adobe  bricks  instead  of 
brush. 

They  loaded  the  pictures  into  the  cart  and 
started  home.  As  they  went  slowly  along,  Docas 
said,  "  Why  don't  we  have  a  big,  new  church  like 
the  one  here  at  the  Mission  Dolores  ?  I  hate  to. 
put  these  new  pictures  in  the  old  brush  house." 

"  We  are  going  to  build  one  very  soon. 
Father  Pena  told  me  so  just  before  we  started," 
said  Massea. 

The  day  after » Massea  and  Docas  came  home 
from  San  Francisco,  Father  Pena  came  to  Docas 
and  said,  "Docas,  where  is  the  best  clay  bank?" 

Docas  thought  a  moment.  Then  he  answered, 
"  At  the  back  of  Yisoo's  house.  Every  time  we 
try  to  walk  across  it  after  a  rain  we  get  stuck." 


AT  THE  MISSION'.  75 

"  Let's  go  and  take  a  look  at  it,"  said  Father  Pena. 

When  they  got  there,  they  found  Heema  and 
Alachu  making  little  clay  mortars  and  pestles  out 
of  the  adobe  mud. 

"  They  play  here  every  day,"  said  Docas. 

Father  Pena  picked  up  a  dry  mortar  that  Ala- 
chu had  made  a  few  days  before.  It  had  dried 
very  smoothly,  with  no  cracks  in  it.  Father  Pena 
nodded  his  head.  "  I  think  this  adobe  will  do," 
he  said. 

On  the  next  day  Father  Joseph  and  a  number 
of  the  other  men  came  out  to  the  adobe  bank. 

"  Dig  up  a  patch  of  adobe,"  said  Father  Jo- 
seph to  Massea. 

The  children  all  stood  around  and  watched 
while  Massea  dug. 

"  Now  pour  some  water  on  the  adobe  and  mix 
it  up,"  said  Father  Joseph. 

In  a  few  minutes  Massea  said,  "  It  doesn't 
mix  easily.  The  adobe  is  in  such  large  lumps." 

"  Jump  in,  children,  and  dance  around  in  the 
adobe.  That  will  break  up  the  lumps  and  make 
the  adobe  into  a  smooth  paste,"  said  Father 
Joseph. 

Docas,  Yisoo,  and  a  number  of  the  other  boys 
jumped  in. 

"  Take  hold  of  hands  and  make  a  ring,"  said 
Docas.  "  Now  we  will  play  we  are  having  an 
eagle  dance.1' 


76  DOCAS. 

"  It's  great  fun  !  "  said  Yisoo. 

"  I'm  stuck ! "  cried  Docas.  Yisoo  and  the 
other  boys  ran  to  him  and  pulled  him  loose  from 
the  big  sticky  lump  in  which  his  feet  had  stuck. 

They  jumped  faster  and  faster.  "  You're  jump- 
ing on  my  toes,"  cried  Yisoo  to  Docas. 

Then  they  both  laughed,  for  Yisoo  was  not 
hurt. 

They  jumped  about  so  fast  that  very  soon  they 
had  crushed  every  lump. 

While  the  children  were  jumping,  Massea  was 
sitting  on  the  ground  near  by,  chopping  tules. 
He  carried  the  chopped  tules  to  where  the  chil- 
dren were  jumping. 

"  Stop  jumping  a  minute  while  I  throw  these 
in.  Then  you  can  mix  them  with  the  adobe," 
said  Massea. 

"  What  are  the  broken  tules  for  ?  "  asked 
Docas. 

"  To  make  the  bricks  stick  together  better," 
answered  Massea. 

While  the  children  were  mixing  the  tules  into 
the  adobe  paste,  the  men  were  busy,  carrying 
piles  of  wooden  moulds  out  from  the  Father's 
house. 

When  the  adobe  was  smooth,  Father  Joseph 
said,  "  Now  watch  me  make  the  first  brick."  He 
filled  a  mould  with  the  mixture  of  adobe,  tule,  and 
water.  "  Now  help  me  carry  the  mould  to  a 


And  there  was  another  brick. 


?8  DOCAS. 

smooth  piece  of  ground,"  said  Father  Joseph  to 
Docas. 

The  mould  had  a  bottom  that  slid  out.  Father 
Pena  pulled  the  bottom  out  from  under  it  after 
they  set  it  down.  Then  he  raised  the  sides  of 
the  mould,  and  the  brick  was.  left  flat  on  the 
ground. 

"  What  a  nice  brick !  "  said  Alachu.  She  ran 
forward,  and  before  any  one  could  stop  her,  she 
put  her  hand  down  and  tried  to  lift  the  brick.  It 
was  still  soft,  and  her  fingers  raade  marks  on  it. 

Father  Joseph  said,  "  You  will  have  to  wait 
until  it  dries." 

Docas  had  watched  very  closely.  He  went 
back  to  the  hole  and  filled  a  mould ;  then  he  and 
Heema  brought  it  out  to  the  smooth  piece  of 
ground.  They  put  it  down  near  the  first  brick, 
pulled  out  the  bottom  and  raised  the  sides  just 
as  they  had  seen  Father  Joseph  do.  And  there 
was  another  brick. 

Soon  a  great  many  Indians  were  at  work  mak- 
ing the  bricks,  and  after  a  little  while  there  were 
rows  and  rows  of  bricks  drying  in  the  sun.  They 
were  left  lyin'g  flat  until  they  were  about  two- 
thirds  dry;  then  Docas  went  around  and  turned 
them  up  on  their  edges. 


AT  THE  MISSION.  79 


GETTING   THE    TIMBERS. 

ONE  day  Heema  jumped  into  the  hut  where 
Ama  was  sitting.  "  Where's  Docas  ?  "  he 
asked. 

"  Out  making  bricks.  What  do  you  want  of 
him  ?  "  answered  Ama. 

"  We  are  going  up_  into  the  mountains  to  get  a 
big  tree.  Father  Joseph  wants  him  to  come  and 
help  drag  it  down."  Before  Ama  could  answer 
him  he  was  off  to  4ind  Docas. 

Soon  Father  Joseph,  Docas,  Heema,  and  a  great 
many  other  Indian  men  and  boys  started  off  for 
the  mountains  where  the  redwood  trees  grow. 
They  took  several  oxen  and  several  chains  with 
them.  The  day  before,  Massea  and  two  other 
men  had  gone  up  to  the  hills  to  fell  the  trees. 

About  noon  the  party  came  to  the  place  where 
Massea  was.  He  had  two  trees  cut  down,  ready 
for  them.  They  rested  and  ate  some  dried  deer 
meat.  After  that  they  fastened  the  oxen  to  one 
of  the  trees  that  Massea  had  cut  down;  then 
they  drove  back  to  the  Mission.  The  log 
dragged  along  behind  the  oxen  until  it  reached 
the  Mission. 

Massea  had  cut  down  two  trees.  There  were 
no  oxen  left  to  drag  the  second  tree  to  the  Mis- 
sion, so  Docas  helped  fasten  some  long  chains  to 


80  DOCAS 

the  log.  Then  all  the  Indian  men  and  boys  took 
hold  of  the  chains  and  dragged  the  log  down  to  the 
Mission  themselves.  It  was  not  very  hard  work, 
for  there  were  almost  a  hundred  Indians  pulling. 

Early  the  next  day  they  began  to  chop  at  one 
of  the  logs  with  their  axes  to  make  it  square. 
When  Massea  saw  that  one  side  of  it  was  flat  he 
said,  "  Stop."  Massea  and  the  other  men  tried 
to  roll  the  log  over  on  the  other  side,  but  it  did 
not  move  at  first. 

"  It  is  heavy,"  said  one  of  the  men. 

"  Yes,  but  we  must  roll  it  over  so  that  we  can 
smooth  the  other  side,"  said  Massea. 

They  gave  another  big  pull  all  together,  and 
the  log  rolled  over. 

At  last,  instead  of  a  rough  log  with  bark  on 
it,  it  was  a  smooth,  square  piece  of  timber  ready 
to  use  in  building  the  church. 

BUILDING   THE    CHURCH. 

A  FTER  they  had  made  many  bricks,  Father 
**  Joseph  came  to  Massea  and  Docas  and  said, 
'  We  can  begin  to  build  the  church  now." 

Alachu  had  been  playing  with  some  of  the 
broken  bricks.  That  night  she  said  to  Docas, 
"  I  think  you  can't  build  a  very  big  church." 

"  Why  not  ?  "  asked  Docas. 

"It  will  tumble  down,"  said  Alachu.     "  I  built 


The  day  before,  Massea  and  two  men  had  gone  to  the  hills  to  fell 
the  trees. 


82  DOCAS. 

up  a  brick  wall  that  was  not  any  higher  than  I  am, 
and  it  fell  over  while  I  went  to  get  some  more 
bricks." 

"  Oh,  but  we  are  going  to  make  ours  thick. 
Father  Joseph  told  father  to-day  that  we  should 
make  the  walls  three  feet  thick.  Besides,  we  shall 
fasten  the  bricks  together  with  mortar." 

"  What's  mortar  ?  "  asked  Alachu. 

"  Sticky  stuff  to  keep  the  bricks  together," 
answered  Docas. 

Next  morning  they  began  to  build  the  Mission 
church.  Day  after  day  they  worked.  Massea 
and  some  of  the  men  spread  the  mortar  and  laid 
the  bricks,  while  Docas  and  other  men  and  boys 
made  more  bricks. 

It  took  so  many,  many  bricks ! 

When  the  side  walls  and  the  end  walls  were 
made,  Father  Joseph  told  Massea  to  bring  two 
of  the  square  timbers,  and  set  them  up  exactly  in 
the  center  of  each  of  the  end  walls.  It  was  hard 
work  getting  them  in  place.  Docas  had  to  pull 
with  all  his  might. 

When  they  were  putting  up  the  timbers,  Docas 
saw  that  Father  Joseph  had  had  some  of  the 
Indians  make  a  large  notch  in  the  upper  end  of 
each.  He  wanted  to  ask  what  the  notch  was  for, 
but  he  had  asked  so  many  questions  since  he 
came  to  live  at  the  Mission  that  he  thought  he 
would  wait  and  see. 


AT  THE  MISSfON".  83 

As  soon  as  the  two  posts  were  up,  Father 
Joseph  had  the  Indians  lay  a  long  tree  from  one 
to  the  other  in  order  to  make  the  ridgepole. 
The  ridgepole  lay  snugly  in  the  notch  on  top,  so 
that  it  could  not  roll  off.  But  even  with  the 
notch,  Father  Joseph  said  the  ridgepole  would 
not  be  steady  enough.  So  he  gave  Docas  some 
strings  made  of  rawhide,  and  told  him  to  climb 
up  the  posts. 

"  What  for  ?  "  asked  Docas. 

"  To  tie  the  ridgepole  fast  to  the  posts,"  an- 
swered Father  Joseph. 

Docas  had  climbed  many  a  tree  when  making 
storehouses  for  acorns,  so  that  it  was  easy  for 
him  to  climb  the  posts.  He  sat  on  top  of  the 
ridgepole  after  he  had  finished  tying  the  posts 
together.  Alachu  was  watching  him  from  below. 
He  waved  his  hand  to  her,  and  she  waved  hers 
back. 

"  I  do  hope  Docas  won't  fall,"  said  Alachu  to 
Heema.  Docas  knew  that  Alachu  was  a  little 
frightened,  so  he  thought,  "  I'll  show  her  what  a 
big  boy  like  me  can  do."  He  slipped  out  on  the 
pole  and  swung  himself  around  on  it  until  he  was 
hanging  by  his  knees.  Then  he  pulled  himself 
up  again  on  top  of  the  pole. 

Alachu  called  out,  "  Do  be  careful,  Docas ! " 

"I'm  all  right.  Don't  be  scared,"  he  called 
back.  Then  he  stood  up  carefully  and  started  to 


84  DOCAS. 

walk  along  the  top  of  the  ridgepole;  but  the 
pole  was  round  and  slippery,  and  he  slipped.  He 
would  have  fallen  to  the  ground,  but  he  caught 
hold  of  the  ridgepole  with  one  hand.  He  drew 
himself  up  again.  Then  he  crawled  back  to  the 
nearest  post,  slid  down,  and  climbed  off  the  wall 
to  the  ground. 

Meanwhile,  some  of  the  Indians  had  been  mak- 
ing curved  tiles  for  the  roof.  The  tiles  were 
made  of  the  same  adobe  mud  as  the  bricks,  but 
were  baked  in  fires  instead  of  being  dried  by  the 
sun. 

Alachu  looked  up  at  the  ridgepole,  then  she 
looked  at  the  tiles. 

"  They'll  not  reach  from  the  ridgepole  to  the 
wall.     They  will  fall  through,"  said  she. 
"  "  Not  when  we  get  ready  to  put  them  on,"  said 
Docas. 

Massea  had  brought  down  from  the  mountains 
a  great  many  smaller  trees.  The  Indians  pulled 
the  bark  from  these,  and  laid  them  in  rows  from 
the  ridgepole  to  the  outer  wall.  Across  these 
Massea  and  Docas  wove  a  network  of  twigs  just 
as  they  did  when  they  made  the  storehouse.  They 
tied  all  these  trees  tightly  to  the  ridgepole  so  that 
nothing  could  slip. 

"  There,"  said  Docas  to  Alachu,  "  do  you  think 
the  tiles  will  fall  through  now  when  we  lay  them 
on  top  of  that  ?  " 


AT  THE  MISSION".  85 

So,  after  much  work,  the  big  church  was  built, 
The  floor  was  covered  with  large,  square  bricks, 
the  pictures  were  hung,  the  candles  were  put  up. 
The  images  of  the  saints  were  placed  around  the 
walls.  Near  the  front  was  a  beautiful  banner  on 
which  was  a  picture  of  the  Mother  of  Jesus. 

Docas  was  happy,  for  he  was  no  longer  afraid 
that  their  lovely  things  would  get  spoiled  by  the 
rain. 


VISIT    OF    FATHER    SERRA. 

BY  the  time  the  church  was  built,  Docas  could 
sing  very  well.  One  day  Father  Pena  gave 
him  a  new  hymn  to  learn. 

"  It  is  very  hard,  Father,"  said  Docas. 

"  Yes,  but  it  is  very  beautiful,  and  I  want  you 
to  be  able  to  sing  it  when  Father  Junipero  Serra 
visits  us,"  said  Father  Pena. 

"  I  would  do  anything  for  Father  Serra,"  an- 
swered Docas.  "  He  loves  us  so." 

So  every  day  after  that  for  several  weeks  Docas 
practised  his  new  hymn  until  he  knew  it  perfectly, 
Yisoo  learned  it  also. 

"  Father  Serra  will  be  pleased,"  said  Father 
Pena,  one  day  when  Docas  had  sung  the  hymn 
very  well. 

Sometimes,  when  Docas  was  tired  of  singing, 


86  DOCAS. 

Father  Pena  told  him  stories  of  Father  Serra, 
Once  he  told  Docas  how  Father  Serra  had 
walked  hundreds  of  miles  to  start  the  Missions. 

One  morning  soon  after  they  were  in  school, 
Massea,  who  had  been  out  in  the  fields,  came 
hurrying  up  to  the  schoolroom. 

"  Father  Serra  is  coming ! "  he  called  out. 
Father  Pena  dismissed  the  school,  and  went  out 
to  meet  Father  Serra.  They  were  very  glad  to 
see  each  other,  for  they  had  not  met  for  a  long 
time. 

Father  Pena  took  Father  Serra  all  over  the 
Mission.  He  showed  him  the  fields  and  gardens, 
and  the  Indian  village  a  little  way  from  the 
church. 

Father  Serra  said,  "  I  am  pleased  to  see  how 
well  you  are  getting  started." 

This  was  his  first  visit  to  the  Mission  Santa 
Clara  since  the  new  church  was  built. 

The  next  day  was  Sunday.  Docas  was  excited, 
because  Father  Serra  was  to  say  the  mass,  and  he 
was  to  sing  his  new  hymn. 

The  church  was  full,  for  the  white  people  who 
had  just  come  to  live  at  San  Jose,  about  three 
miles  away,  had  come  to  church,  too.  By  this 
time  most  of  the  Indians  knew  when  to  kneel 
and  when  to  make  the  sign  of  the  cross,  but 
Massea  stood  in  the  aisle  with  a  long  stick.  It 
was  his  duty  to  watch  the  other  Indians.  If  one 


AT  THE  MISSION.  87 

of  them  forgot  to  kneel  down  at  the  right  time 
Massea  poked  him  with  the  end  of  the  stick. 

After  the  mass,  Father  Serra  preached ;  then 
Docas  and  Yisoo  sang  their  hymn.  After  they 
had  sung  each  verse,  they  waited  for  the  people 
to  sing  it  over  after  them. 

When  the  service  was  over,  Docas,  Yisoo,  and 
all  the  other  Indians  who  had  learned  to  play, 
took  their  violins  and  walked  toward  Father 
Pena's  house,  playing  dance  music  all  the  way. 
Father  Pena  and  Father  Serra  walked  along  with 
them. 

As  they  reached  Father  Pena's  house,  Father 
Serra  happened  to  notice  Docas.  He  turned  and 
said  to  him,  "  Love  God,  my  son." 

Docas  answered,  "  Love  God,  Father." 

Father  Serra  then  said,  "  Are  you  not  one  of 
the  two  boys  who  sang  in  church  ?  " 

"  Yes,  Father,"  answered  Docas. 

"  You  have  studied  well ;  I  am  pleased  with 
you,"  said  the  Father. 

Father  Serra  stayed  until  next  morning,  and 
then  he  went  to  San  Francisco 


88  DOCAS. 


VISIT    OF    CAPTAIN  VANCOUVER.' 

BY  and  by  Docas  grew  to  be  a  man,  and  had 
children  of  his  own. 

One  day,  as  he  was  going  home  to  dinner,  he 
saw  some  white  men  ride  up  to  the  Father's 
house.  He  said  to  them,  "  Welcome.  I  will  go 
and  speak  to  the  Father."  He  called  Father 
Pena,  who  came  out  at  once  and  asked  the  men 
to  come  into  the  house.  He  told  Docas  to  take 
the  horses  to  the  stable. 

The  strangers  told  the  Father  that  they  had 
come  to  California  to  see  what  new  lands  they 
could  find  and  to  trade  a  little.  They  were  the 
officers  of  a  ship  that  was  anchored  in  the  bay 
near  the  Mission  at  San  Francisco. 

The  common  sailors  were  getting  more  wood 
and  water  for  their  ship,  so  the  officers  had  been 
given  horses  by  the  Fathers  of  the  Mission  at  San 
Francisco  and  had  come  down  to  visit  the  Santa 
Clara  Mission.  The  name  of  the  leader  was 
Captain  Vancouver. 

Father  Pena  and  Father  Diego,  who  had  taken 
the  place  of  Father  Joseph,  said  they  were  glad 
to  see  them  and  that  the  next  day  would  be  a 
hoJ'.day  at  the  Mission.  The  Fathers  told  the 
Indians  that  they  might  have  a  feast  then. 

Docas's  little  boy,  who  was  called  Oshda,  always 


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90  DOCAS. 

went  to  Father  Pena's  house  at  meal  time  to 
help  wait  at  table.  Several  other  Indian  boys 
went  also. 

Next  morning,  when  Father  Pena  was  eating 
breakfast  with  Captain  Vancouver,  Father  Pena 
said,  "  Now  we'll  have  some  fun." 

He  called  Oshda  to  him  and  told  him  to  bring 
in  a  plate  of  pancakes.  Oshda  smiled,  for  he 
knew  what  was  coming.  He  almost  ran  as  he 
went  to  get  the  cakes. 

Oshda  brought  the  plate  of  cakes  and  put  it 
down  by  Father  Pena.  Father  Pena  then  said, 
"  Get  into  line." 

Quickly  all  the  Indian  boys  placed  themselves 
in  a  row  on  the  other  side  of  the  room. 

Father  Pena  took  up  a  cake  in  his  hand.  He 
said  something  funny  to  Captain  Vancouver. 
Oshda  laughed,  and  the  moment  Father  Pena 
saw  Oshda  open  his  mouth  to  laugh,  he  threw 
the  cake  into  Oshda's  mouth.  Oshda  had  to 
stop  laughing,  for  his  mouth  was  full  of  hot  pan- 
cake. 

He  ate  it  as  fast  as  he  could,  and  then  he  was 
ready  for  another  one.  Father  Pena  kept  throw- 
ing the  cakes  to  the  different  boys,  until  no  more 
cakes  were  left. 

Docas  went  to  the  Father's  house  just  before 
breakfast.  He  said  to  Captain  Vancouver,  "  Some 
of  the  soldiers  are  going  to  catch  and  kill  some 


AT  THE  MISSION.  gi 

cattle  for  the  feast.  Would  you  not  like  to  go 
out  and  watch  ?  " 

Captain  Vancouver  said  he  would,  so  Docas 
went  to  the  stable  and  saddled  some  of  the 
Mission  horses  for  them,  and  one  for  himself  also. 
They  all  rode  together  a  few  miles  out  from  the 
Mission,  where  the  cattle  were  feeding.  The 
soldiers  rode  along  with  them. 

The  cattle  were  very  large  and  would  not  let 
anybody  come  near  them.  Each  of  the  soldiers 
had  a  long  rope  made  of  horsehair,  with  a  noose 
at  the  end.  He  twisted  one  end  of  the  line 
around  the  pommel  of  his  saddle.  The  other 
end  with  the  noose  he  swung  round  and  round 
his  head.  This  they  called  a  lasso. 

The  soldiers  decided  which  one  of  the  cattle 
they  would  catch  first,  and  then  several  of  them 
galloped  toward  the  animal.  When  they  got 
close  enough,  they  all  threw  their  lassos  at  the 
same  time.  One  of  the  men  caught  his  line 
around  the  horns  of  the  animal,  another  caught 
its  hind  leg,  and  another  its  fore  leg. 

The  horses  on  which  the  soldiers  were  riding 
stopped  short,  and  the  animal  was  thrown  to  the 
ground,  for  the  ropes  held  him  tight  so  that  he 
could  not  move.  Then  another  man  went  up  to 
him  and  killed  him.  Twenty-two  of  the  cattle 
were  caught  and  killed  in  this  way  before  Docas 
said  it  was  time  to  go  home. 


92  DOCAS. 

"  We  shall  have  a  great  feast  to-day,"  said 
Docas. 

After  the  feast  was  over,  the  Indians  danced 
and  played  games.  The  visitors  again  came  out 
to  watch  them  have  a  play  fight. 

They  made  Massea  their  chief  and  pretended 
that  a  large  bundle  of  straw  was  the  enemy. 
Oshda  and  the  other  boys  and  men  got  their 
bows  and  arrows.  They  jumped  and  danced 
around  the  bundle  of  straw,  swinging  their  arms 
and  yelling.  Massea  at  last  gave  them  a  sign, 
and  the  Indians  all  shot  their  arrows  at  the 
straw  bundle.  Then  they  yelled  louder  than 
ever,  for  they  were  pretending  that  they  had 
beaten  the  enemy. 

Some  of  them  put  Massea  on  their  shoulders, 
and  others  danced  around  him.  They  carried 
him  up  in  front  of  the  Fathers  and  the  visitors 
who  were  watching;  then  they  carried  him  back 
to  the  Indian  village. 

When  it  was  time  for  evening  service  they 
stopped  their  games  until  after  service  and  sup- 
per were  over.  In  the  evening  they  had  a  dance. 
After  the  visitors  had  stayed  a  day  or  two  longer, 
they  rode  back  to  San  Francisco. 


AT  THE  MISSION".  93 


PREPARING    HIDES    AND   TALLOW. 

AS  Oshda  grew  older,  he  learned  to  throw  the 
lasso.  By  the  time  he  was  grown  he  could 
lasso  almost  any  of  the  cattle,  no  matter  how  fast 
his  horse  or  the  cattle  were  going. 

He  took  the  skin  off  every  animal  he  killed 
and  cut  holes  around  the  edge.  Then  he  put 
stakes  through  the  holes,  drove  the  stakes  into 
the  ground  as  far  apart  as  the  skin  would  stretch, 
and  left  the  skin  to  dry.  Sometimes  there  were 
large  places  in  the  hills  near  the  Mission,  where 
the  skins  were  laid  so  close  together  you  could 
not  see  the  ground. 

Every  time  Oshda  killed  one  of  the  cattle,  he 
built  a  fire,  hung  some  big  iron  kettles  over  it, 
and  threw  the  fat  parts  of  the  cattle  into  these. 
Soon  the  kettles  were  full  of  boiling  grease. 

Docas  had  two  more  children  besides  Oshda,  — 
a  boy  named  Pantu  and  a  little  girl  named  Colla. 
Pantu  and  Colla  liked  to  go  with  Oshda  when  he 
melted  the  fat.  Oshda  always  said,  though,  that 
if  they  went  with  him  they  must  work.  There 
were  many  things  they  could  do  to  help.  They 
could  bring  wood  and  build  the  fire,  and  they 
could  keep  it  going  after  it  was  built. 

When  the  fire  was  built,  and  the  fat  meat  was 
sizzling  in  the  kettles,  Oshda  went  off  a  little  way 


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AT  THE  MISSION.  95 

and  dug  a  hole  in  the  black  adobe.  Then  he 
said  to  Pantu,  "  Run  and  get  me  some  clay  from 
the  clay  bank."  The  clay  was  wet  and  sticky. 
When  Pantu  brought  it,  it  stuck  to  his  fingers 
until  his  hands  looked  as  if  he  had  been  making 
bricks. 

Oshda  took  the  clay  and  plastered  the  sides 
and  bottom  of  the  hole  he  had  dug,  smoothing 
them  off  until  they  were  shiny.  Docas  came  up 
just  then  with  some  long  sticks. 

Docas  stuck  one  of  the  sticks  in  the  middle  of 
the  hole. 

Oshda  then  said  to  the  children,  "  Make  some 
more  holes  just  like  this  one  and  stick  the  rest  of 
the  sticks  up  in  them." 

After  the  fire  had  burned  for  a  long  time  and 
the  grease  was  cooked  out  of  the  fat  meat,  Oshda 
and  Docas  took  one  of  the  kettles  off  the  fire. 
They  brought  it  over  by  the  edge  of  the  first 
hole  and  tipped  it  on  its  side.  Pantu  and  Colla 
wanted  to  see  what  was  going  on,  so  they  crowded 
up  close. 

"  Look  out !  The  grease  is  very  hot.  It  will 
burn  you  if  you  are  not  careful,"  said  Docas.  So 
Pantu  and  Colla  stepped  back. 

Then  Docas  and  Oshda  began  to  pour  the  -hot 
grease  into  the  hole.  They  poured  until  the  hole 
was  full ;  then  they  carried  the  kettle  on  to  the 
next  hole. 


96  DOCAS. 

"  What  are  you  pouring  the  grease  out  on  the 
ground  for  ?  "  asked  Pantu. 

"  So  that  it  may  get  hard  and  we  shall  have  a 
cake  of  tallow  to  sell,"  answered  Docas. 

Next  morning  Pantu  and  Colla  woke  up  very 
early.  As  soon  as  breakfast  was  over,  they  ran 
out  to  look  at  the  grease  in  the  holes.  Pantu 
could  run  faster. than  Colla,  so  he  got  there  first. 

"  Somebody  has  taken  out  the  grease  and  put 
in  some  white  stuff,"  he  said. 

Colla  took  up  a  long  stick.  She  stood  off  a 
little  way  and  poked  the  white  stuff  with  one  end 
of  the  stick. 

"  It  doesn't  move.  It's  hard,"  she  said.  She 
poked  harder,  but  still  nothing  happened.  Then 
Colla  went  close  to  the  hole,  stretched  out  her 
arm,  and  touched  the  white  stuff  with  the  tip  of 
her  finger.  "  It  feels  greasy  anyway,  if  it  doesn't 
look  like  grease,"  said  she. 

Pantu  came  up  also  and  touched  it.  "  It's  cold, 
too.  Perhaps  it  is  the  grease  and  the  cold  has 
made  it  like  this.  You  know  Oshda  said  the 
grease  would  harden,"  he  said. 

After  a  little,  Docas  and  Oshda  came  along. 

"  Come,  see  how  hard  our  grease  is,"  said  Pantu. 

"Yes,  it  is  ready  to  put  into  the  cart,"  said 
Oshda. 

Oshda  took  hold  of  the  upper  end  of  the  stick 
and  gave  a  big  pull.  The  cake  of  tallow  came 


Then  Colla  went  close  to  the  hole. 


98  DOCAS. 

out  of  the  hole  with  a  jerk.  Docas  took  hold  of 
the  other  end  of  the  stick  on  the  other  side  of  the 
cake  of  tallow,  and  between  them  they  carried  it 
away  to  the  cart. 


MAKING  THE    OX-CART. 

ONCE  Father  Catala  came  out  where  Docas 
and  Oshda  were  working.  They  were  gath- 
ering up  some  hides  and  doubling  them  up  with 
the  hair  inside.  Father  Catala  was  in  charge  of 
the  Mission  now,  for  Father  Pena  was  dead. 

Father  Catala  said  to  Docas,  "  We  must  get 
our  hides  and  tallow  over  to  Monterey.  We 
want  them  to  be  ready  for  the  next  ship  that 
comes  to  the  coast  to  trade.  Will  you  not  begin 
to  haul  them  within  the  next  few  days  ? " 

"  Yes,  Father,"  said  Docas.  "  But  the  cart  I 
have  been  using  has  such  a  big  axle  hole  in  the 
wheel  that  I  can  hardly  use  it.  The  axle  has 
worn  the  hole  very  large." 

"  Make  some  new  wheels,  and  take  some  of  the 
men  and  begin  hauling  the  hides.  We  must  have 
them  down  there  by  the  time  the  ship  comes." 

Docas  told  Oshda  to  make  the  wheels,  so  Oshda 
went  back  to  his  house  and  got  an  axe.  He  lived 
in  an  adobe  house  now.  It  had  two  rooms  below 
and  a  garret  above,  and  a  garden  fenced  in  behind 
where  he  kept  chickens. 


AT  THE  MISSION'.  99 

"  Where  are  you  going  and  what  are  you  going 
to  do  ?  "  asked  Pantu,  his  little  brother. 

"  I  am  going  to  cut  down  an  oak  tree  to  make 
some  new  wheels  for  the  cart.  Do  you  want  to 
come  along  ? " 

Of  course  Pantu  wanted  to  come  along,  and  he 
was  soon  skipping  by  Oshda's  side.  Oshda  took 
such  long  steps  that  Pantu  had  to  run  part  of  the 
time  to  keep  up  with  him. 

They  had  to  walk  quite  a  distance  from  the 
Mission  before  they  found  a  tree  that  they  liked. 
It  was  about  two  feet  through. 

Oshda  began  chopping  at  the  tree,  while  Pantu 
played  about  among  the  trees  near  by.  Pantu 
played  that  he  was  a  woodpecker  and  pecked 
away  at  the  trunks  of  the  trees.  After  he  had 
pecked  awhile,  he  stooped  down,  picked  up  an 
acorn,  and  stuck  it  into  a  little  crack  in  the  back 
of  the  oak  tree.  He  pressed  it  in  hard,  so  that  it 
had  to  stick.  So  he  ran  from  tree  to  tree. 

After  a  while  Oshda  had  chopped  his  tree 
almost  through.  At  last  the  tree  began  to 
tremble  and  crack.  He  stepped  back  to  see 
which  way  it  was  going. 

As  he  did  so  he  saw  Pantu  make  a  sudden  dart 
across  where  the  tree  was  going  to  fall.  Pantu 
was  not  looking  where  he  was  going. 

"  Look  out,  Pantu!"  Oshda  called. 

Pantu   looked    up  and    saw   the    tree    falling 


IOO  DOC  AS. 

toward  him,  so  he  started  to  run  faster,  but  it 
was  too  late.  The  tree  came  down  on  top  of 
him,  knocking  him  to  the  ground.  He  was  far 
enough  from  where  the  tree  grew  so  that  the  trunk 
did  not  fall  on  him.  But  one  of  the  branches 
hit  him  on  the  head  and  knocked  him  down, 
while  another  scratched  the  skin  off  his  knee. 

He  jumped  up  as  soon  as  he  could,  for  he  knew 
Oshda  would  be  frightened.  Even  when  he  was 
standing  up,  Oshda  could  not  see  him  because 
the  tree  had  so  many  branches  on  it,  so  he  had 
to  climb  out  from  among  the  leaves  and  broken 
twigs.  His  head  ached  and  he  felt  like  crying, 
but  he  knew  that  Indian  boys  never  cry. 

When  Oshda  saw  that  Pantu  was  not  badly 
hurt,  he  began  to  chop  up  his  tree.  He  found  a 
place  where  the  trunk  was  smooth  and  round; 
he  chopped  off  two  sections,  each  about  a  foot 
wide.  He  smoothed  them  off  and  made  a  hole 
through  the  centre.  So  his  wheel  was  really 
just  a  slice  across  the  tree  with  a  hole  in  the 
centre  for  the  axle.  Oshda  spent  several  days 
making  the  wheel,  and  Pantu  went  out  with 
him  every  day. 

"  There,  Pantu,  you  may  roll  one  of  the  new 
wheels  home,"  said  Oshda  at  last. 

Oshda  lifted  the  wheel  up  on  its  edge,  and 
Pantu  began  to  roll  it  along  down  the  hills. 
Soon  he  grew  careless,  and  the  wheel  slipped 


AT  THE  MISSION.  IOI 

and  fell  down  flat,  hitting  one  of  his  toes.  It  was 
heavy  and  hurt  him. 

"  Ouch!  "  said  Pantu.     Then  he  stopped  short. 

"  You  careless  boy,"  said  Oshda.  "  First  you 
run  under  a  falling  tree  and  almost  get  killed. 
Then  you  let  your  wheel  fall  down  on  your  toes. 
You  must  be  more  careful." 

"  I'll  try,"  said  Pantu,  hopping  about  on  one 
foot  and  holding  the  hurt  one  in  his  hand. 

So  Oshda  tipped  the  wheel  up  on  its  edge 
again,  and  this  time  Pantu  was  very  careful  and 
rolled  it  safely  home  without  letting  it  slip. 

Their  father,  Docas,  met  them  as  they  came 
home.  It  was  almost  supper  time,  and  he  had 
come  out  to  see  if  they  were  near.  He  looked  at 
the  bump  on  Pantu's  head,  at  his  skinned  knee, 
and  at  his  bruised  toes.  He  knew  that  Pantu 
had  not  been  paying  attention  to  what  he  was 
about. 

Pantu  looked  up  at  his  father.  Docas  looked 
gravely  at  him,  so  Pantu  hung  his  head  a  little 
and  limped  into  the  house. 

Then  Docas  looked  at  Oshda  and  smiled. 
"  He'll  learn  not  to  be  so  careless  by  the  time  he 
gets  a  few  more  bumps,"  said  Oshda,  smiling. 


102  DOC  AS. 


SHIPPING   THE    HIDES    AND   TALLOW. 

NEXT  morning  Oshda  put  his  new  wheels  on 
the  old  cart.  He  then  got  two  oxen  and 
brought  them  in  front  of  the  cart.  He  put  a 
strong,  heavy  piece  of  wood  across  just  behind 
the  horns  of  the  oxen  and  fastened  it  to  their 
horns  with  rawhide.  Then  he  hitched  this 
wooden  yoke  to  the  cart,  piled  the  cart  full  of 
skins,  and  they  were  ready  to  go. 

Pantu  said,  "  Oh,  father,  may  I  go  too  ?  I  could 
attend  to  the  soap-suds." 

"  Yes,  you  may  go,"  said  Docas. 

Oshda  brought  out  a  pail  of  very  thick  soap- 
suds and  set  it  down  in  the  corner  of  the  cart. 
He  also  put  in  some  soap  to  make  more  suds 
when  that  was  gone. 

At  last  they  started.  Oshda  and  Docas  walked 
along  by  the  side  of  the  oxen,  and  poked  them 
with  sharp  sticks  to  make  them  go.  Pantu  sat 
up  in  front  of  the  load  of  dry  hides.  As  they 
started  out,  the  cart  jolted,  the  dry  hides  crackled, 
and  the  axle  squeaked.  It  made  such  a  noise 
that  Father  Catala,  who  was  in  the  field  half  a 
mile  away,  heard  them  coming. 

When  they  came  up  to  him,  he  said,  "  You  had 
better/put  sorni/mpre  soap-suds  in  the  axle  holes. 
. squeaking  when  you  first  started  out." 


AT  THE  MISSION-.  K>3 

So  Pantu  poured  some  more  soap-suds  on  the 
axle. 

A  number  of  other  carts  were  going  along 
filled  also  with  hides  and  with  tallow.  Docas 
was  in  charge  of  the  whole  party.  They  travelled 
ail  day  and  camped  at  night,  and  by  the  evening 
of  the  third  day  they  were  at  Monterey. 

They  camped  just  outside  of  Monterey,  and  on 
che  next  day  they  went  up  into  the  town.  They 
were  wandering  around,  when  suddenly  they 
heard  the  cry  of  "  Sail  ho ! "  In  a  few  seconds 
every  one  was  calling  "  Sail  ho ! "  and  running 
down  to  the  beach. 

Pantu  stood  on  the  beach.  It  was  evening,  and 
the  sun  was  down  near  the  water.  After  a  few 
moments  he  saw  a  little  white  spot  far  out  on  the 
water.  Docas  said  it  was  the  sails  of  the  ship. 
There  was  a  blazing  path  from  the  sun  to  the 
shore,  so  that  Pantu  had  to  shade  his  eyes,  and 
even  then  he  could  not  look  long  at  the  glowing 
water.  But  all  of  a  sudden  the  sun  seemed  to 
sink  into  the  water,  and  the  glow  faded. 

"  Oh,  father  !  "  called  Pantu  to  Docas,  "  the  sun 
has  dropped  into  the  ocean  and  the  water  has  put 
it  out." 

"  Don't  be  afraid.  It  will  come  up  again  as 
bright  and  hot  as  ever  to-morrow  morning,"  said 
Docas. 

Little  by  little  the  ship  came  nearer.     Pantu 


104  DOC  AS. 

stood  watching  it  until  it  grew  so  dark  that  he 
could  no  longer  see  even  the  white  gleam  of  the 
sails.  Docas  and  Oshda  had  been  gone  a  long 
time.  But  still  he  stayed  down  at  the  beach, 
although  it  was  long  past  supper  time. 

"  Come,  Pantu,you  must  come  home,"  he  heard 
Oshda  saying  at  last. 

"  But  I  want  to  see  the  big  ship  come  up 
on  the  beach,"  said  Pantu. 

Oshda  laughed.  Then  he  said,  "  It  will  not 
come  anywhere  near  the  shore." 

Pantu  said,  "  How  can  we  get  the  heavy  hides 
and  tallow  into  the  ship  if  it  stays  away  off 
there?" 

"  It  can't  come  nearer.  The  water  is  not  deep 
enough.  But  they  will  send  some  little  boats 
ashore  in  the  morning.  We  shall  load  the  hides 
into  them,  and  they  will  carry  them  out  to  the 
ship,"  answered  Oshda. 

In  the  morning,  Pantu  was  down  on  the  beach 
very  early.  Soon  he  saw  a  boat  leave  the  ship 
and  come  toward  the  shore.  When  a  big  wave 
came  rolling  up,  the  men  in  the  boat  rowed  very 
hard.  The  wave  brought  them  high  up  on  the 
beach,  then,  as  it  began  to  run  back  again,  the  men 
jumped  out  into  the  water,  seized  the  boat,  and 
kept  it  from  being  washed  back  into  the  bay 
again.  They  fastened  it  so  that  no  wave  could 
wash  it  away ;  then  they  began  to  load  the  hides, 


Docas  and  Oshda  brought  the  hides  and  tallow  down  to  the  beach 
in  the  ox  carts. 


106  DOCAS. 

Docas  and  Oshda  brought  the  hides  and  tal- 
low down  to  the  beach  in  the  ox-carts. 

All  the  sailors  had  on  thick  woollen  caps.  Pantu 
wondered  why  they  wore  that  kind  of  cap,  until 
he  saw  how  they  carried  the  hides. 

A  man  came  up  on  the  dry  sand  where  Docas 
and  Oshda  had  piled  the  hides.  He  took  up  a 
hide  and  put  it  on  his  head.  He  waded  out 
through  the  water,  put  the  hide  into  the  boat, 
and  came  back  for  another. 

Soon  all  the  men  in  the  boat,  except  the  two 
that  held  it  from  being  tipped  over,  were  run- 
ning back  and  forth,  carrying  hides.  The  men 
had  to  be  very  careful  not  to  get  the  hides  wet,  for 
they  would  spoil  if  they  became  damp.  The 
sharp  stones  cut  the  men's  feet,  but  shoes  co.ild 
not  be  worn  because  the  salt  water  would  soon 
spoil  them. 

After  the  boat  was  loaded,  the  man  who  steered 
stood  up  in  the  stern.  Two  of  the  men  got  into 
the  boat  and  took  their  oars  ready  to  row.  Two 
other  men  stood  by  the  side  of  the  boat  to  push 
it  out  when  the  time  came.  They  waited  until  a 
big  wave  floated  the  boat;  then  the  man  who  was 
steering  said,  "  Now !  " 

The  men  outside  seized  hold  of  the  boat,  and 
ran  out  with  i'  until  the  water  was  above  their 
waists.  Then  they  tumbled  over  into  the  boat 
and  lay  in  the  bottom,  dripping  wet. 


AT  THE  MISSION.  107 

The  men  at  the  oars  pulled  as  hard  as  they 
could,  but  it  was  of  no  use.  A  bigger  wave  came 
and  swept  the  boat  up  high  on  the  beach. 

The  two  men  jumped  out  and  turned  the  boat 
around  so  that  its  end  pointed  out  to  sea,  and 
waited  to  try  again.  When  a  large  wave  came, 
they  again  ran*  out  with  the  boat,  and  tumbled  in 
after  they  got  to  deep  water. 

But  the  big  waves  came  so  close  together  that 
the  boat  was  tossed  up  and  down  in  the  air. 
Sometimes  a  big  breaker  would  roll  out  from 
under  the  boat,  and  let  it  drop  on  the  water  so 
hard  that  it  seemed  as  if  the  bottom  would  be 
broken  in.  Finally,  a  big  curling  wave  came. 
The  boat  was  washed  around  sideways.  The 
swell  tipped  the  boat  up,  and  then  partly  broke 
over  it. 

In  a  moment  more,  the  boat  was  upset,  and 
hides,  men  and  oars  were  mixed  up  in  the  foaming 
water.  They  were  all  washed  up  high  on  the 
sand  a  second  time.  But  now  these  hides  were 
wet,  so  they  must  be  stretched  out  in  the  sun  to 
dry,  and  the  boat  must  be  loaded  with  some  other 
hides  and  tallow. 

The  third  time  the  men  said :  "  We  shall  succeed 
this  time.  The  seventh  big  .wave  is  the  last  of 
the  big  ones  for  a  while.  We  will  wait  for  it." 

So  they  waited  until  six  big  waves  had  gone  by. 
When  the  seventh  came,  a  quick  run  and  a  hard 


108  DOCAS. 

pull  carried  them  beyond  the  reach  of  the  break- 
ers, and  they  were  safe. 

"  Do  they  always  have  such  hard  times  getting 
off  ?  "  asked  Pantu  of  a  white  man  standing  near. 

"  No,"  said  the  man ;  "  the  waves  are  unusually 
high  to-day." 

TRADING   ON    THE    SHIP. 

A  FTER  the  hides  and  tallow  had  been  sent  up 
**•  to  the  ship,  the  captain  said  that  the  people 
could  come  aboard  and  trade. 

The  Father  from  the  Carmel  Mission  near 
Monterey  said  he  was  going  to  visit  the  ship. 
He  took  some  of  his  own  Mission  Indians  with 
him.  Docas,  Oshda,  and  Pantu  went  along  also 
to  trade  for  their  Mission. 

The  sailors  took  them  out  in  one  of  the  boats. 
As  the  Father  went  on  board  the  ship,  the  cap- 
tain gave  orders  to  fire  the  big  guns  of  the  ship 
as  a  salute  to  him ;  then  the  sailors  showed  the 
visitors  all  over  the  ship.  Pantu  was  much 
interested.  He  thought,  "  If  only  we  Indians 
could  have  boats  and  ships  to  sail  about  in  in- 
stead of  just  tule-boats !  " 

At  last  the  captain  took  them  down  into  the 
trading-room.  All  around  it  were  shelves,  on 
which  the  goods  were  laid  out.  Father  Catala 
had  told  Docas  to  bring  a  great  many  shoes  and 


As  the  Father  went  on  board  the  ship,  the*  captain  gave  orders  to 
fire  the  big  guns  as  a  salute  to  him. 


IIO  DO  CAS. 

axes  for  the  Mission,  so  he  bought  those  first. 
Then  the  captain  said,  "  You  brought  so  many 
hides  you  can  still  have  some  more  things." 

At  first,  Docas  did  not  know  what  to  take. 
There  were  so  many  new  and  beautiful  things 
spread  out  before  him.  Soon  he  saw  a  round, 
flat,  thick  thing,  about  as  big  as  a  cake  of  tallow, 
with  a  hole  through  the  middle  of  it. 

"  What  is  it  ?  "  he  asked. 

"  It's  a  grindstone  to  sharpen  your  axes  with," 
answered  the  captain. 

He  showed  Docas  how  to  put  a  sharp  edge  on 
the  axe  with  the  grindstone,  so  Docas  said  he 
would  take  two  of  them.  Docas  also  got  some 
beads  and  a  toothbrush  for  Pantu. 

After  the  Father  had  finished  his  trading,  they 
all  got  into  the  boat  again,  and  the  sailors  started 
to  row  them  back  to  the  shore.  When  they  were 
a  little  way  from  the  ship,  the  sailors  stopped 
rowing  and  rested,  while  the  men  on  the  ship 
fired  a  parting  salute  to  the  Mission  Father. 

All  this  time  Pantu  had  been  holding  his  tooth- 
brush tightly  in  one  hand.  He  was  so  happy  to 
think  that  he  was  going  to  brush,  his  teeth  just 
as  the  little  white  boys  did.  As  soon  as  they  got 
to  land,  he  jumped  out  and  ran  to  the  creek. 
He  dipped  the  brush  into  the  water,  and  he 
rubbed  and  rubbed  his  teeth  with  it.  He  rubbed 
so  hard  that  the  blood  came. 


AT  THE  MISSION.  Ill 

"  It  isn't  so  much  fun  as  I  thought  it  would  be," 
he  said  to  himself. 

On  the  next  day  they  started  for  home,  and 
Pantu  had  many  things  to  tell  Colla. 

LEAVING   THE    MISSION. 

DUMPTY-BUMP  went  the  ox-cart  as  it  rolled 
*")  along  on  the  wheels  that  had  not  been 
smoothed  off  perfectly  round. 

Creakity-creak  went  the  dry  axles,  saying  as 
plainly  as  they  could,  "  We  want  some  more  soap- 
suds. We  want  some  more  soap-suds." 

Wobblety-jerk  went  the  head  of  a  small  Indian 
girl  who  sat  in  the  cart  on  some  skin  sacks  filled 
with  grain.  With  her  were  an  old  man  and  a 
boy  a  little  older  than  herself.  Finally  her  head 
gave  an  extra  big  jerk  and  hit  against  one  of  the 
posts  at  the  side. 

"  Just  like  a  girl  to  fall  asleep  and  then  bump 
her  head,"  said  the  boy.  He  straightened  him- 
self up  and  drew  an  old  woollen  cloth  around 
his  shoulders  in  imitation  of  the  cloak  worn  by  a 
Spanish  gentleman  who  passed  them  on  horse- 
back just  then. 

The  Spanish  gentleman  was  Don  Secundini 
Robles,  who  for  years  had  been  superintendent 
of  the  Santa  Clara  Mission.  The  old  man  in  the 
cart  was  Docas,  and  the  boy  and  girl  were  his 


112  DOC  AS. 

grandchildren.  Their  parents  were  Oshda  and 
his  wife  Putsha.  The  girl's  name  was  Yappa, 
and  the  boy's  was  Shecol.  Don  Secundini  had 
bought  a  large  ranch  about  sixteen  miles  north 
of  the  Mission  and  was  going  there  to  live. 
Docas  and  his  family  were  going  to  live  with  him 
and  be  his  servants. 

"  Tm  so  tired  riding  in  this  old  ox-cart,"  said 
Yappa  at  last. 

"  You  would  be  more  tired  if  you  had  to  walk 
all  the  way,  as  I  did  sixty  years  ago  when  we  went 
to  the  Mission  to  live,"  said  Docas. 

"  Why  didn't  you  ride  ?  "  asked  Yappa. 

"  We  had  never  seen  an  ox-cart  then,"  answered 
Docas. 

"  Tell  us  about  the  time  when  you  were  young, 
grandpa,"  said  Shecol. 

So  Docas  began  and  told  them  stories  about 
the  life  at  the  old  rancheria,  and  the  fight  with 
the  Indians  from  the  other  rancheria.  He  told 
how  they  were  saved  by  Father  Pena  from  torture 
and  how  they  went  to  live  at  the  Mission.  Then, 
he  told  them  about  the  building  of  the  big  church, 
about  the  planting  of  the  grainfields  and  orchards, 
about  the  thousands  and  thousands  of  cattle  and 
horses  that  belonged  to  the  Mission,  and  about 
the  hundreds  of  Indians  who  lived  under  the  care 
of  the  good  Fathers.  "  Our  Mission  is  not  now 
what  it  used  to  be,"  said  Docas,  sadly. 


114  DOCAS. 

"  What  happened  to  the  Mission  ? "  Yappa  asked. 

"  The  Mexican  government  took  away  the  lands 
and  then  the  Indians  left.  Some  have  gone  back 
to  live  at  the  old  rancherias,  and  some,  like  our- 
selves, are  going  to  live  with  rich  Spaniards," 
answered  Docas. 

Just  then  the  cart  stopped,  and  they  all  got  out 
at  their  new  home. 

"  Aren't  you  glad  the  house  is  not  built  yet  ? " 
Shecol  asked  Yappa.  "  We  shall  have  to  camp 
out  all  the  summer  and  we  can  play  we  are  wild 
Indians  again." 

So  the  children  trapped  fish  and  gathered 
acorns  for  bread  just  as  their  grandfather  told 
them  he  used  to  do.  Docas  was  too  old  to  work 
much,  but  their  father  and  older  brother,  Occano, 
helped  Don  Secundini  build  the  big  adobe  house 
near  which  Docas  was  to  spend  the  rest  of  his 
life. 


PART   III. 

WHEN    DOCAS   LIVED   WITH   DON   SECUNDINI 
ROBLES. 


PART   III. 

WHEN   DOCAS  LIVED  WITH  DON   SECUNDINI 
ROBLES. 

WASH-DAY. 

"  "I  A  7"E  must    soap    the    ox-cart   well    to-night, 

V  V       Occano,"  said  Oshda  to  his  oldest  son. 

"  What  does  the  Senor  Robles  want  us  to  do 
to-morrow  ?  "  asked  Occano. 

"  It  is  not  the  Senor  that  wants  us  to-morrow. 
It  is  the  Senora.  Now  that  the  sun  has  come 
again,  we  are  all  going  to  start  for  the  creek  very 
early  in  the  morning  to  have  a  wash-day,"  said 
Oshda. 

Next  morning,  before  it  was  daylight,  the  oxen 
were  yoked  to  the  cart,  and  lunch  was  stowed 
away  inside.  Then  Donna  Maria,  as  they  called 
the  Senora  Robles,  climbed  into  the  cart  with 
her  five  children.  Oshda  and  Occano  walked  by 
the  side  of  the  oxen. 

There  were  five  horses  with  soiled  clothes 
piled  up  high  on  their  backs,  led  by  Pantu  and 
other  of  the  Indian  menservants.  Putsha,  Colla, 

117 


Il8  DOC  AS. 

and  other  Indian  women  who  were  going  to  wash 
the  clothes  walked  along  by  the  side  of  the 
horses.  Shecol  and  Yappa  went  too. 

Before  it  was  light,  as  they  went  slowly  along, 
they  heard  the  howling  of  the  coyotes  and 
other  wild  animals.  The  Spanish  children  crept 
closer  to  Donna  Maria  then,  while  Shecol  and 
Yappa  held  on  to  Putsha's  skirts  as  they  walked 
along. 

As  it  grew  light  and  the  animals  stopped  howl- 
ing, Donna  Maria  let  the  children  get  down  from 
the  cart  and  run  along  picking  flowers  with  She- 
col and  Yappa.  Such  fun  as  they  had  climbing 
up  the  hillsides,  gathering  whole  handfuls  of  the 
first  shooting-stars  and  buttercups ! 

Once  they  all  tried  to  run  down  a  steep  hill  to 
see  which  one  would  be  the  first  to  get  to  a  stray 
poppy  that  had  blossomed  earlier  than  the  others. 
Shecol  was  ahead,  but  just  as  he  reached  the 
poppy,  he  caught  his  foot  in  a  gopher  hole  and 
fell.  The  oldest  Spanish  boy  was  close  behind, 
and  he  fell  over  Shecol.  Yappa  fell  on  top  of 
him.  The  four  other  children  were  coming  so 
fast  that  they  could  not  stop,  so  they  were  all 
piled  in  a  heap. 

They  got  on  their  feet  again  as  soon  as  they 
could,  and  Yappa  said,  "Shecol  and  the  poppy 
must  be  crushed  entirely."  But  when  Shecol 
could  be  seen  again  they  found  that  he  was 


Colla,  Putsha,  and  the  other  women   put   soap   on   the  clothes ;  then 
they  dipped  them  into  the  creek. 


I2O  DOC  AS. 

laughing,  and  that  he  had  happened  to  throw 
his  arm  around  the  poppy,  so  that  it  was  not 
hurt. 

Just  then  they  heard  Donna  Maria's  voice  call- 
ing, "  Come,  children.  You  will  get  left  behind," 
so  they  started  off  again  on  a  run  to  catch  up 
with  the  cart.  Shecol  gave  the  poppy  to  Yappa 
to  carry ;  then  he  turned  somersaults  all  the  way 
down  to  the  foot  of  the  hill. 

When  they  got  to  the  cart,  they  filled  Donna 
Maria's  lap  with  flowers.  The  smaller  children 
were  tired,  so  they  sat  in  the  back  of  the  cart, 
with  their  feet  hanging  over  behind. 

The  children  all  liked  to  have  the  wash-day 
come,  for  it  was  like  one  big  picnic  for  them. 

By  and  by  they  came  to  the  creek.  The  men 
took  the  loads  off  the  horses  and  unyoked  the 
oxen.  Then  they  turned  them  all  loose  to  graze 
on  the  wild  oats.  The  children  helped  the 
women  carry  the  baskets  of  soiled  clothes  down 
to  the  rocks. 

Colla,  Putsha,  and  the  other  women  put  soap 
on  the  clothes.  Then  they  dipped  them  into  the 
creek  and  rubbed  them  on  the  rocks  in  the  creek 
bed.  This  made  the  clothes  very  white,  for  the 
wash-water  was  always  clean  and  fresh. 

By  noon  the  clothes  were  all  washed,  and  the 
children  had  spread  them  out  on  the  tops  of  the 
bushes  to  dry.  Then  came  lunch.  "  How  good 


WITH  DON  SECUNDlNI  ROBLES.  121 

everything  tastes  !  "  said  Yappa.  "  We  are  so 
hungry." 

In  the  afternoon  they  all  rested  and  played. 
By  evening  the  clothes  were  dry,  and  everything 
was  made  ready  to  start  for  home  again. 

The  Spanish  children  were  all  tired,  so  they 
crowded  down  near  their  mother  in  the  cart. 
There  was  a  little  room  left  in  the  cart,  and  they 
begged  that  Shecol  and  Yappa  might  come  in 
with  them  instead  of  walking  all  the  way  home. 
Donna  Maria  said  "  Yes,"  so  Shecol  and  Yappa 
nestled  down  in  a  corner  of  the  cart. 

Yappa  was  sleepy,  and  she  leaned  her  head 
against  Shecol's  shoulder.  As  the  sun  went 
down,  the  Indians  began  to  sing  "  Kyrie  Elei- 
son."  She  whispered  to  Shecol,  "  That's  the 
song  grandpa  sang  when  he  was  a  little  boy, 
and  Father  Serra  visited  the  Mission." 

"  Yes,"  said  Shecol. 

The  cart  jolted  along.  The  Indians  kept  on 
singing.  A  red  moon  came  up  over  the  moun- 
tains. A  flock  of  wild  ducks  whizzed  by  just 
over  their  heads.  The  frogs  began  to  croak  in 
the  little  ponds  near  the  road,  and  the  crickets 
began  to  sing  in  the  long  grass. 

Yappa  fell  asleep  and  dreamed  that  she  was  a 
little  cricket  and  that  she  was  trying  to  learn  to 
sing  "  Kyrie  Eleison,"  but  that  it  was  such  hard 
work,  because,  every  time  she  tried  to  sing,  all 


122  DOC  AS. 

she  could  say  was  "  Katy  Do."  She  felt  very 
badly,  for  she  dreamed  that  Father  Serra  was 
coming  toward  her  and  that  he  wanted  to  hear 
her  sing. 

Soon  she  thought  that  Father  Serra  stood  be- 
fore her,  and  said,  "  I  am  Father  Serra.  Will  you 
sing  for  me  ?  " 

She  answered,  "  I  will  try,  Father,"  and  began. 
But  all  she  could  say  was  "  Katy  Do,"  so  she 
stopped. 

"  I  am  so  sorry,  Father,  I  tried  to  sing  '  Kyrie 
Eleison,1 "  she  said. 

"  You  have  done  well,  dear  girl,"  said  the  Father. 
"  You  sang  your  own  song  the  best  you  could." 
Then  he  smiled  at  her  and  put  his  arm  round  her. 

She  woke  up  just  then  and  found  that  they  were 
at  home,  and  that  her  father  Oshda  had  her  in  his 
arms  and  was  smiling  down  at  her  as  he  carried 
her  into  the  house. 


THE    CASCARONE    BALL. 

old  white  hen  has  stolen  her  nest,  and 
Donna  Maria  says  we  must  go  and  hunt  for 
the  eggs  this  morning,"  said  Shecol  to  Yappa  one 
day. 

"  All    right,"  said    Yappa.      "  But  why  doesn't 
Donna    Maria    let    that    hen    have    some    little 


WITH  DON  SECUNDINI  ROBLES.  123 

chickens  ?  We  have  brought  her  so  many  eggs 
lately." 

"  Don't  you  know  why  Donna  Maria  wants  so 
many  eggs  these  days  ?  "  asked  Shecol. 

"  No,"  said  Yappa. 

"  Why,  we  are  going  to  have  a  cascarone  ball 
here  next  week,"  said  Shecol. 

"  Oh,  goody !  "  said  Yappa,  clapping  her  hands. 

They  started  off  on  a  run  and  hunted  every- 
where for  the  nests,  —  down  under  the  bushes, 
around  the  sheds,  and  out  in  the  garden.  At 
last,  when  they  had  given  up  in  despair  and  were 
running  home  through  the  orchard,  the  old  white 
hen  jumped  up  with  a  startled  cackle.  She  was 
almost  under  their  feet. 

"  Be  careful,  Yappa.  You  will  step  on  the 
nest,"  said  Shecol. 

The  children  stopped  short  and  began  to  peep 
about  in  the  long  grass.  Soon  they  saw  a  little 
hollow  with  eleven  eggs  in  it.  Shecol  had  brought 
a  basket  with  him,  and  they  put  the  eggs  into  that 
and  then  carried  them  back  carefully  to  the  house. 

That  evening  the  Indians  all  gathered  at  Oshda's 
house.  Putsha  brought  out  a  basket  filled  with 
eggs.  Putsha  took  one  and  said,  "  Watch  me, 
Shecol  and  Yappa,  so  that  you  can  do  it,  too." 

She  made  a  hole  in  each  end  of  the  egg;  then 
she  put  her  mouth  to  one  hole  and  blew  all  the 
inside  part  of  the  egg  out  into  a  dish. 


124  DOC  AS. 

While  Putsha  was  blowing  the  egg,  Colla  ran 
up  to  the  Robles'  house.  Soon  she  came  back 
carrying  a  large  bowl  of  perfumed  water  in  her 
hands.  Putsha  put  the  eggshell  into  the  bowl, 
and  the  perfumed  water  ran  into  the  shell  through 
the  holes  in  the  ends.  When  it  was  partly  full, 
Putsha  lifted  the  egg  out  and  dropped  some 
melted  wax  on  each  of  the  holes  in  the  ends.  In  a 
few  minutes  the  wax  hardened,  and  Yappa  held  in 
her  hand  what  seemed  to  be  an  egg.  But  it  was 
really  an  eggshell  half  filled  with  perfumed  water. 

"  Won't  the  people  smell  sweet  when  they  get 
these  eggs  broken  on  their  heads ! "  said  Yappa. 

Putsha,  Colla,  and  the  children  worked  hard 
that  evening  before  they  had  all  the  eggs  blown 
and  filled. 

The  next  night  Putsha  brought  out  another 
basket  of  eggs,  but  instead  of  perfumed  water  to 
fill  them  with,  Donna  Maria  sent  a  basket  of  gold 
and  silver  paper,  cut  into  tiny  bits.  The  paper 
was  a  brittle,  crackly  kind  that  glistened  in  the 
light.  Some  of  these  eggs  they  colored  red,  some 
blue,  some  red  and  yellow,  and  some  were  spotted. 

After  the  eggs  were  ready,  the  cooking  began, 
and  for  two  or  three  days  the  Indian  women  were 
busy  at  that.  The  Robles  had  invited  all  their 
friends  from  San  Jose,  and  from  all  the  country 
around.  They  knew  that  their  guests  would  be 
very  hungry  after  riding  so  far. 


"  Let's  go  to  meet  them." 


126  DOC  AS. 

The  ball  was  to  be  on  Wednesday  evening. 
Wednesday  morning  Shecol  heard  a  great  noise 
of  shouting  and  laughing  toward  the  south. 

"  They're  coming,  Yappa.  Let's  go  to  meet 
them,"  he  called. 

When  the  children  had  run  out  a  little  way, 
they  could  see  some  people  coming — about  twenty- 
five  in  the  party.  These  were  the  Spanish  guests 
and  their  Indian  servants.  They  were  having 
great  fun,  for  the  men  were  fine  riders.  They 
could  bend  down  from  their  saddles  and  pick 
flowers  from  the  ground  as  they  galloped  past. 

"  I  wonder  what  they  are  doing  when  they  ride 
up  against  each  other,"  said  Yappa.  As  they 
came  nearer  she  saw  that  they  were  smearing 
each  other's  faces  with  bright  colors.  Such  look- 
ing people  as  they  were  !  But  as  that  was  all 
part  of  the  fun,  no  one  cared. 

The  Robles  family  took  their  friends  inside  the 
house  to  wash  their  faces,  while  some  of  the  Indian 
servants  came  to  where  Oshda  lived. 

"  Oh,  grandpa,  here's  Yisoo's  son,"  called  Yappa 
to  Docas  as  one  of  the  Indians  stopped  at  their 
door. 

Yappa  could  not  stay  to  listen  to  what  they 
said,  for  she  had  to  hurry  and  help  her  mother 
with  supper.  The  long  tables  were  set  out  in  an 
arbor  near  the  house. 

In  the  evening  came  the  ball,  for  which  the 


WITH  DON  SECUNDIN1  RODLES.  127 

largest  room  in  the  house  had  been  cleared. 
Yappa  and  Shecol  climbed  up  outside  one  of  the 
windows  where  they  could  see  everything  that 
went  on. 

As  soon  as  the  people  began  to  gather,  came 
the  fun  of  smashing  the  eggs  on  each  other's 
heads.  Don  Secundini  Robles  was  standing  in 
the  crowd  talking  to  one  of  his  friends  from  San 
Jose,  when  Donna  Maria  came  up  behind  him 
and  smashed  an  eggshell  rilled  with  perfumed 
water  on  his  head.  Then  she  jumped  back 
among  the  crowd  before  he  could  turn  round  to 
see  who  did  it. 

Every  one  laughed,  for  the  scented  water  was 
running  down  all  over  his  face  and  dripping  off  the 
end  of  his  nose.  Soon  the  guests  looked  as  if  they 
had  silver  and  gold  hair,  so  many  of  the  paper 
cascarones  had  been  broken  on  their  heads. 

By  and  by  all  the  eggs  were  gone.  Donna 
Maria  saw  Shecol  sitting  in  the  window. 

"  Run  and  get  some  napkins  and  some  water," 
she  called  to  him. 

"  Come,  Yappa,"  he  said,  jumping  down  from 
the  window  and  holding  up  his  arms  to  help 
his  sister.  They  ran  to  the  kitchen  and  came 
back  loaded.  Putsha  helped  them  carry  in  the 
pails  of  water. 

As  soon  as  the  guests  inside  saw  the  water, 
they  gave  a  shout.  They  dipped  the  napkins  in 


128  DOC  AS, 

the  water  and  began  to  slap  each  other  with  the 
wet  napkins. 

Antonio,  one  of  the  men,  slipped  out  and  came 
back  with  a  glass  tumbler,  and  after  that  when 
any  one  slapped  him  with  a  napkin  he  threw  a 
tumbler  of  water  at  him.  By  and  by  he  threw  a 
tumbler  of  water  squarely  in  the  face  of  Pedro. 
Pedro  seized  the  bucket  of  water  and  threw  the 
whole  of  it  over  Antonio.  Everybody  in  the 
room  laughed  at  Pedro  and  Antonio,  and  the 
water-throwing  stopped. 

By  this  time  every  one  was  tired,  so  they  rested 
a  little.  Then  the  musicians  started  to  play,  and 
the  real  dance  began. 

Putsha  and  Shecol  and  Yappa  went  to  bed 
soon  after  the  dancing  began,  but  the  Spaniards 
danced  until  morning. 

THE    SHEEP-SHEARING. 

"  TTOW  hot  I  am! "  said  Shecol  to  Yappa,  taking 

A  1    off  his  big  hat  and  fanning  himself  with  it. 

"  What  have  you  been  doing  ?  "  asked  Yappa. 

"  Driving  the  sheep  into  the  pens,"  said  Shecol. 
u  The  shearing  begins  to-morrow." 

"  I  should  think  the  sheep  would  be  glad  to  get 
rid  of  their  wool  these  warm  days,"  said  Yappa, 
who  was  grinding  corn. 

"  You  had  better  hurry  up  with  your  tortillas. 


WITH  DON  SECUNDINI  ROBLES.  I2Q 

The  shearers  will  be  here  in  a  little  while.  They 
have  just  finished  shearing  the  sheep  at  the  San 
Francisquito  ranch,"  said  Shecol. 

Soon  the  band  of  shearers  came,  and  shortly 
after  they  arrived,  supper  was  served  to  them 
under  the  spreading  grape  vines  a  little  way  from 
the  house. 

Yisoo's  son,  Kole,  was  captain  of  the  band  of 
twenty  shearers.  It  was  made  up  of  Indians  from 
the  old  Santa  Clara  Mission. 

As  soon  as  supper  was  over,  the  shearers  went 
down  to  the  creek  and  came  back  with  their  arms 
filled  with  willow  boughs,  which  Kole  had  them 
make  into  a  number  of  brush  huts.  They  slept 
in  these  while  they  were  at  the  Robles  ranch. 

Oshda,  Occano,  and  Pantu  had  been  out  for 
two  days  gathering  together  the  sheep  belonging 
to  the  Robles,  and  now  there  were  five  thousand 
sheep  waiting  in  the  pens,  wondering  what  was 
going  to  happen  to  them. 

A  big  shed  had  been  built  for  the  shearers  to 
stand  under  while  they  worked. 

Long  before  the  shearers  were  up,  Shecol  was 
sitting  on  the  fence  and  looking  at  the  sheep. 

"  Where  are  you  going  to  put  the  wool  when 
it  is  cut  off  the  sheep  ?  "  he  asked  his  father,  as 
Oshda  came  toward  the  pens. 

"  The  men  will  toss  the  fleeces  up  to  me,  and  I 
shall  throw  them  down  into  this  big  bag.  When 


1 30  DOCAS. 

the  bag  gets  pretty  well  filled,  I  shall  have  to  jump 
up  and  down  on  the  fleeces  so  that  we  can  get  as 
many  into  the  bag  as  possible,"  answered  Oshda. 
He  climbed  up  one  of  the  posts  of  the  shed  and 
stood  ready  for  work  by  a  large  bag  that  was 
hanging  in  a  frame  at  the  edge  of  the  roof. 

In  a  few  minutes  more  the  shearers  came  and 
the  work  began.  Pantu  stood  by  a  table,  and 
every  time  a  shearer  brought  a  fleece  to  the  table, 
Pantu  gave  him  a  five-cent  piece. 

Soon  Yappa  came  out  also  to  watch  the  shear- 
ing, but  as  hour  after  hour  went  by,  the  sun  rose 
higher  and  higher,  and  the  air  grew  hot  and  was 
filled  with  dust.  By  and  by  Yappa  said,  "  I'm 
tired  of  watching  them,  Shecol.  Let's  go  and 
build  a  brush  hut  for  ourselves  with  some  of  the 
willow  branches  that  were  left  over  from  the 
shearers'  huts." 

"  All  right,"  said  Shecol.  "  We'll  play  that  we 
are  wild  Indians  living  out  on  a  rancheria  as 
grandpa  used  to  do." 

In  a  little  while  the  hut  was  built. 

"  Now  I'm  going  to  make  a  mat  out  of  some  of 
those  tules  you  brought  from  the  bay  yesterday," 
said  Yappa. 

"  I'll  go  out  hunting,  while  you  make  the  mats," 
said  Shecol,  tying  some  string  to  a  willow  stick 
to  make  a  bow  to  play  with. 

But  just  then   Putsha  called,  "Come,  Yappa, 


Shecol  lifted  the  lamb  carefully  in  his  arms  and  carried  it  toward 
the  hut. 


1 32  DO  CAS. 

you  must  help  me  with  the  tortillas,"  and  their 
play  was  broken  up. 

After  dinner,  Shecol  and  Yappa  went  down  to 
the  shearing  place  again  to  see  what  was  going 
on.  As  they  came  near,  Oshda  said,  "  Do  you 
want  a  lamb  ?  " 

"  Yes,"  shouted  Shecol  and  Yappa  in  the  same 
breath.  "  Where  is  it  ?  " 

"  Out  at  the  end  of  the  shed.  Its  leg  is  broken, 
and  you  may  have  it  if  you  will  take  care  of  it." 

But  they  scarcely  heard  the  last  words  he  said, 
they  were  running  so  fast  for  the  lamb. 

"  Poor  little  lamb ! "  said  Yappa,  as  they  bent 
over  it. 

"  We'll  bind  up  its  leg  first,"  said  Shecol,  get- 
ting some  sticks  for  splints.  He  pulled  some 
string  out  of  his  pocket  and  bound  the  splints 
on  as  well  as  he  could. 

"  Now  we'll  put  it  into  the  hut  we  made,"  said 
Yappa. 

Shecol  lifted  the  lamb  carefully  in  his  arms  and 
carried  it  toward  the  hut. 

"  Be  careful.  You  are  hurting  it,"  said  Yappa. 
She  placed  her  hand  under  the  lamb,  and  put  the 
wounded  leg,  which  was  hanging  down,  up  in  its 
proper  place. 

"  I'll  run  ahead,"  said  Yappa,  "  and  get  a  pile  of 
soft  tule  rushes  ready  for  you  to  put  it  down  on." 

In   a  few   minutes  more  the  lamb  was  lying 


WITH  DON  SECUNDINI  ROBLES.  133 

on  the  rushes  in  the  cool  shade  of  the  willow 
boughs. 

"  We  must  bring  it  some  water,"  said  Shecol. 

"  Yes,  and  let's  name  it  Yisoo,  after  grandpa's 
friend,"  said  Yappa. 

The  shearers  stayed  several  days  longer,  but 
the  children  did  not  watch  them  any  more,  for 
they  were  taking  care  of  their  pet  lamb. 

THE    BARBECUE. 

WHERE'S  father?"  asked  Yappa  of  her 
mother  one  afternoon. 

"  Gone  off  with  Don  Secundini  to  dig  the  pits 
for  the  barbecue,"  answered  Putsha. 

"  And  where's  Shecol  ?  " 

"  He  has  gone  with  them,"  said  Putsha.  "  But 
we  must  go  to  work,  for  we  have  bread  to  make 
and  corn  to  get  ready  for  tortillas  to-day.  The 
corn  is  all  ready  for  you  to  grind.  It  has  been 
soaked  in  the  limewater.  Begin  to  grind  it 
while  I  build  a  fire  in  the  oven." 

Yappa  went  over  to  what  the  Mexicans  called 
a  metate,  and  sitting  down  on  the  ground  began 
to  grind  the  corn.  The  metate  was  a  big,  smooth 
stone  with  two  legs  on  one  end  of  it.  The  legs 
made  it  stand  up  slanting.  Yappa  put  some  corn 
on  the  metate  and  ground  it  with  another  smooth 
stone. 


134  DOC  AS. 

Putsha  built  a  fire  in  the  big  brick  oven  at  the 
back  of  the  house.  She  then  came  near  where 
Yappa  was  at  work,  and  began  to  make  the  bread. 
When  the  fire  had  made  the  oven  very  hot, 
she  went  to  it,  scraped  the  fire  all  out,  and 
pushed  the  bread  in  on  the  hot  bricks.  Then 
she  closed  the  oven  door  and  left  the  bread  until 
it  was  baked. 

When  the  bread  was  in  the  oven,  she  said 
to  Yappa,  "  Hurry,  Yappa,  and  build  a  fire. 
Shecol  will  be  back  soon  and  he  will  be  hungry. 
We  must  have  some  tortillas  ready  for  him." 

"  Isn't  father  coming  too  ?  "  asked  Yappa. 
*  "  No ;  he  will  have  to  stay  all  night  to  turn 
the  meat  so  that   it   does   not  burn,"  answered 
Putsha. 

Putsha  put  some  big,  smooth  stones  into  the 
fire  she  had  built  outside  on  the  ground.  Then 
she  brought  some  grease  and  rubbed  it  well  into 
the  cornmeal,  so  that  the  little  grains  of  cornmeal 
all  stuck  together  and  made  a  paste. 

By  this  time,  the  stone  Putsha  had  put  into  the 
fire  was  very  hot,  so  she  pulled  it  out  a  little  to  one 
side  and  spread  some  of  the  batter  over  it.  In  a 
little  while  one  side  of  the  tortilla  was  brown,  so 
Putsha  turned  it  over  to  cook  on  the  other  side. 
Just  as  it  was  cooked  Shecol  came  hurrying  up. 

"  Anything  to  eat  ?  "  he  asked. 

The  tortilla  was  just  done,  so  Yappa  gave  it  to 


Yappa  grinding  corn 


136  DOC  AS. 

him.  He  rolled  it  up  like  a  jelly  roll  and  began 
eating  it. 

"  It's  good.    Any  more  ?  "  he  asked  between  bites. 

"  In  a  few  minutes,"  answered  Putsha.  She 
had  pulled  out  some  more  stones  and  was  cook- 
ing more  tortillas. 

"  What  have  you  been  doing,  Shecol  ?  "  asked 
Yappa,  as  they  waited  for  the  other  tortillas  to  cook. 

"  Digging  a  pit  to  cook  the  meat,"  answered 
Shecol. 

Next  morning  Donna  Maria  and  three  other 
women  who  were  visiting  her,  got  into  one  of  the 
ox-carts,  which  was  decorated  with  boughs  and 
flowers.  A  second  cart  was  standing  near,  and 
all  Donna  Maria's  children  climbed  into  it. 

This  cart  was  lined  with  hides  so  that  it 
was  not  only  comfortable,  but  safe,  for  the  hides 
kept  the  children  from  falling  out.  *  Putsha  and 
Colla  rode  in  this  cart  also,  in  order  to  take  care 
of  the  children.  A  third  cart  was  loaded  so 
heavily  with  roast  turkeys,  chickens,  corn-tama- 
les,  bread,  and  other  things  to  eat,  that  it  went 
"  squeakity-squeak,"  as  it  rolled  along. 

When  everything  was  ready,  Occano  and  some 
of  the  other  drivers  pushed  the  oxen  with  the 
ends  of  their  long  poles,  and  they  began  to  move 
slowly  away.  The  Indians  walked  along  by  the 
sides  of  the  carts  just  as  they  did  on  wash-day, 
but  this  time  all  the  men  went  as  well  as  the 


WITH  DON  SECUNDINI  ROBLES.  137 

women.  Most  of  the  men  rode  on  horseback. 
One  man  played  *a  violin,  while  another  man  rode 
behind  him  to  guide  the  horse. 

When  they  came  to  the  place  where  the  barbe- 
cue was  to  be  held,  Shecol  took  Yappa  all  round 
and  showed  her  the  meat  cooking.  As  they 
walked  along  they  saw  Oshda. 

"  There's  father!"  cried  Yappa. 

"  Yes,"  said  Shecol,  "  he  has  been  up  here  all 
night,  turning  the  meat  over  to  keep  it  from 
burning." 

As  they  came  nearer  Yappa  saw  a  big  pit  in 
the  ground  about  ten  feet  long.  This  was  lined 
with  stones.  An  ox  had  been  cut  in  half  and 
some  long  iron  skewers  stuck  through  the  halves ; 
then  the  oxen  were  hung  across  the  top  of  the 
pit.  Yappa  gave  a  sniff. 

"  It  smells  good,"  she  said.  "  It's  getting  brown 
too,"  and  she  peered -down  into  the  pit  at  the 
glowing  coals  below. 

They  passed  a  place  where  some  men  had 
begun  to  dig  in  the  ground. 

"  That's  where  the  head  is  cooking,"  said 
Shecol. 

"  Down  there  in  the  ground  ?  "exclaimed  Yappa. 

"  Yes,  we  dug  a  little  hole,  lined  it  with  stones, 
and  built  a  fire.  After  the  stones  were  very  hot, 
we  raked  the  fire  out.  scattered  some  dirt  over 
the  stones  so  that  they  should  not  burn  the  meat 


138  DOC  AS. 

and  set  the  head  right  down  in  it ;  then  we  filled 
the  hole  with  dirt." 

Don  Secundini  came  up  just  as  the  men 
finished  taking  the  head  out  of  the  hole.  He 
brushed  off  the  dirt  and  said,  "  This  is  the  best  of 
all  the  meat."  He  took  it  over  where  Donna 
Maria  was  sitting  and  said  to  her,  "  You  shall 
have  the  tongue." 

"  Thank  you,"  said  Donna  Maria. 

"  I  don't  think  I  ever  tasted  such  good  meat 
before,"  said  Yappa. 

"  It  is  so  juicy  and  tender,"  said  Shecol. 

Yappa  looked  around  at  the  long  tables.  Then 
she  said,  "  What  a  crowd  there  is !  " 

"  No  wonder,"  answered  Shecol.  "  The  Robles 
have  invited  everybody  from  San  Jose  to  San 
Francisco.  See !  There  are  Senor  Soto  and 
Sefior  Sanchez  and  Senor  Martinez !  " 

After  the  people  had  finished  eating,  Yappa 
said,  "  Now  what  shall  we  do?  " 

"  The  men  are  going  to  ride  on  their  horses 
and  play  games,"  answered  Shecol. 

HORSEBACK-RIDING. 

AFTER  the  people  had  finished  eating,  Don 
Secundini  rode  out  in  front  of    them.     He 
leaned  over  from  the  saddle  and  picked  up  a  leaf 
from  the  ground  as  he  galloped  along. 


WITH  DON  SECUNDINI  ROBLES.  139 

"  Well  done,  Don  Secundini !  "  said  Don  Fran- 
cisco. "  Here  is  a  rooster  for  us  to  practise  on 
to-day." 

As  they  came  closer,  Shecol  saw  the  head  of  a 
live  rooster  sticking  out  of  the  ground.  Just  then 
he  heard  a  shout  and  saw  the  oldest  son  of  Sefior 
Soto  come  on  a  gallop  toward  the  rooster.  As  he 
passed  the  rooster,  he  leaned  down  and  tried  to 
seize  it  by  the  head,  but  he  missed  it.  All  the 
people  laughed,  and  young  Soto  laughed  too,  as 
he  turned  his  horse  around  and  came  back  where 
they  were. 

"  Better  luck  next  time,"  he  said. 

Pedro  then  tried  to  seize  the  head,  but  he,  too, 
missed. 

"  You  boys  cannot  ride  so  well  as  your  fathers 
yet,"  said  Sefior  Sanchez.  "  Many  a  time  have 
I  seen  Don  Secundini  ride  for  the  rooster,  and 
never  yet  have  I  seen  him  fail."  At  this  he  seized 
Pedro  playfully  by  the  leg  and  pulled  him  down 
out  of  the  saddle.  Then  he  added,  "  Show  the 
boys  how  it  should  be  done,  Senor  Robles." 

So  Don  Secundini  rode  away  a  little  distance, 
and  then  came  galloping  back.  Suddenly  he 
bent  down,  and  in  a  moment  more  was  holding 
the  kicking,  flopping  rooster  up  in  the  air. 

"  Bueno,  bueno  !  "  they  all  cried. 

"  Let's  have  the  game  of  rods,"  said  the  Sefior 
Martinez.  All  the  men  and  boys  were  on  horse- 


140  DOC  AS. 

back,  so  they  made  a  ring  with  the  horses  facing 
inward.  Senor  Soto  rode  around  the  outside  of 
the  ring  with  a  thick  stick  in  his  hand.  Soon  he 
passed  the  stick  to  Pedro  and  then  rode  quickly 
away.  Pedro  chased  him  as  fast  as  his  horse 
could  go,  for  if  he  caught  up  it  was  fair  for  him 
to  whip  the  Senor  Soto  over  the  back  with  the 
stick. 

Several  times  Pedro  came  very  close  to  Senor 
Soto,  but  the  Senor  would  give  his  horse  a 
sudden  pull  and  turn  quickly  to  one  side,  so  that 
Pedro  could  not  hit  him.  Once,  however,  the 
Senor,  instead  of  dodging,  turned  around  to  see 
how  far  away  Pedro  was.  In  a  moment  more 
Pedro  was  close  beside  him  whipping  him  as  fast 
as  he  could. 

One  of  the  blows  happened  to  hit  the  Senor's 
horse  by  mistake,  and  the  horse  gave  such  a  jump 
that  Senor  Soto  was  able  to  get  in  Pedro's  old 
place  in  the  ring  before  he  could  catch  up  again. 
Then  the  Senor  was  safe,  and  Pedro  had  to  give 
the  stick  to  some  one  else  and  be  chased  in  turn. 

By  and  by  it  was  home  time.  Shecol  was 
playing  near  and  Pedro  noticed  him  look  wist- 
fully at  them  as  they  turned  to  ride  away. 

"  Would  you  like  to  go  with  us  ? "  Pedro  asked. 

"  Yes,  I  would,"  was  Shecol's  answer. 

"  But  how  could  you  take  him?  He  can't  ride 
yet,"  said  Don  Secunclini. 


^/ 


Don  Sccundlni. 


142  DOCAS. 

"  I  could  put  him  on  a  blanket  on  the  ground 
and  tie  the  blanket  to  my  saddle  with  a  lasso,  the 
way  Antonio  does  with  his  little  brother,"  said 
Pedro.  "  Run  off  and  tell  your  mother  while  I 
get  the  blanket,"  continued  Pedro. 

In  a  few  minutes  they  had  started.  At  first 
Pedro  went  very  slowly  and  carefully,  for  fear 
Shecol  would  tumble  off,  but  after  a  little,  Shecol 
said,  "  You  may  go  faster  if  you  like.  I  can  stick 
on  all  right."  So  Pedro  let  his  horse  begin  to 
gallop. 

Suddenly  he  heard  a  shout.  He  looked  around 
and  saw  Shecol  sitting  on  the  ground  quite  a 
distance  behind.  The  blanket  was  bumping  over 
the  ground  at  his  horse's  heels.  He  stopped  his 
horse  and  waited  until  Shecol  caught  up  with 
him,  and  after  that  he  went  more  slowly,  for  he 
did  not  want  to  lose  Shecol  again. 

THE    RODEO. 

"  IS  it  going  to  rain?     Look  at  that  big  cloud," 

1    said  Yappa  to  Shecol  one  afternoon  in  June. 

"  I  hope  it  will  not  rain  to-day,"  said  Shecol, 

"  for  you  know  we  are  going  to  have  a  round-up 

of  the  cattle  and  then  a  barbecue  afterward."     In 

a  moment  more  he  added,  "  I  know ;  it's  a  dust 

cloud  that  the  cattle  are  making  as  the  men  drive 

them  along." 


WITH  DON  SECUNDINI  ROBLES.  143 

"  Come  on,  then ;  we  shall  just  have  time  to 
climb  the  tree  by  the  corral,"  said  Yappa,  starting 
off  to  run. 

Shecol  followed  after,  and  in  a  few  minutes 
they  were  both  safely  seated  on  the  branch  of  a 
large  live-oak  tree  near  the  corral. 

"  I  do  hope  we  can  find  our  calf  again,"  said 
Yappa.  "  You  know  Don  Secundini  said  when  he 
gave  it  to  us  last  year  that  we  could  not  keep 
it  unless  we  could  tell  it  when  we  saw  it  this  year." 

"  Oh,  I  think  we  shall  know  it,"  answered 
Shecol.  "  Remember  the  white  spots  on  its  fore- 
head and  on  its  left  hip." 

Soon  a  number  of  men  came  riding  out  toward 
the  corrals.  The  servants  rode  off  to  help  drive 
the  cattle,  while  Don  Secundini,  Don  Francisco, 
Senor  Soto,  Sefior  Sanchez,  and  Senor  Martinez 
halted  their  horses  just  under  the  tree  where 
Shecol  and  Yappa  were  sitting. 

"  We  shall  have  a  fine  place  to  see  from,"  said 
Shecol. 

The  men  below  them  looked  up  when  they 
heard  a  voice  above.  Don  Secundini  laughed. 
Then  he  said,  "  Don't  fall  down,  little  ones. 
These  cattle  aren't  used  to  children,  and  they 
might  hurt  you." 

"  We're  going  to  look  for  our  calf,"  said  Shecol. 

In  a  few  minutes  Yappa  said,  "  There  they 
come ! " 


144  DOCAS. 

Shecol  peeped  out  from  among  the  leaves  and 
saw  Oshda  and  Pantu  driving  a  little  bunch  of 
cattle  toward  them. 

As  the  bunch  came  nearer,  Don  Francisco 
said,  "  There  are  two  of  my  cattle.  I  see  my 
brand  on  the  hip." 

One  of  Don  Francisco's  men  rode  up,  separated 
his  two  cattle  from  the  others  and  drove  them 
to  one  side.  The  rest  of  that  bunch  belonged 
to  Don  Secundini,  so  they  drove  the  calves  into 
a  corral  where  they  could  be  branded.  The  old 
ones  they  drove  off  in  another  direction. 

As  the  second  bunch  came  near  them,  Yappa 
saw  a  little  calf  running  along  with  one  of  Don 
Secundini's  cows.  The  calf  had  a  white  spot  on 
its  forehead  and  one  on  its  left  hip.  Yappa  gave 
Shecol  a  pull  and  said,  "  There  it  is." 

"  Where  ?  "  asked  Shecol. 

Yappa  pointed  it  out,  but  Shecol  said,  "  That 
can't  be  our  calf.  That's  the  way  our  calf  looked 
last  year.  It  will  have  grown  to  be  very  large  by 
this  time,  and  besides,  father  branded  it  with 
Don  Secundini's  brand.  This  calf  has  no  brand 
yet." 

They  looked  over  every  bunch  that  came  by, 
hoping  to  find  their  calf.  At  last,  as  their  eyes 
were  beginning  to  get  tired,  Shecol  said,  "  Don 
Secundini,  look  at  that  calf  at  the  head  of  the 
bunch  that  is  coming.  That's  ours." 


WITH  DON  SECUNDINI  ROBLES.  145 

Don  Secundini  looked  at  the  calf,  then  he  said, 
"  Yes,  Shecol,  it  is  yours.  You  have  won  the  calf." 

The  herders  kept  on  bringing  up  bunch  after 
bunch  of  cattle  and  letting  each  owner  pick  out 
those  that  belonged  to  him.  The  cattle  had 
been  running  wild  for  so  many  months  that  those 
from  the  different  ranches  were  all  mixed. 

There  were  so  many  to  look  over  that  their 
herds  were  not  nearly  sorted  out  by  evening,  so, 
while  some  of  the  men  drove  home  the  neigh- 
bors' cattle,  others  prepared  to  keep  the  main 
herd  together  all  night. 

"  And  now  how  are  you  youngsters  going  to 
get  home  ?  "  asked  Don  Secundini,  as  he  gathered 
up  his  bridle-reins  ready  to  ride  back  to  the  house. 

"  Aren't  they  going  to  drive  the  cattle  away 
from  here  ?  "  asked  Shecol. 

"  Not  until  to-morrow  evening.  I'll  speak  to 
your  father  about  you,"  said  Don  Secundini. 

When  Oshda  saw  where  they  were,  he  rode 
up  to  the  tree.  He  said,  "  You  cannot  walk 
home  through  these  cattle.  Drop  down  behind 
me  on  my  horse." 

First  Yappa,  then  Shecol,  dropped  down  on 
the  horse.  Yappa  put  her  arms  around  Oshda, 
and  Shecol  put  his  arms  around  Yappa.  In  this 
way  they  did  not  fall  off  as  they  rode  home. 

After  supper  Oshda  said,  "  Good-by.  I  have  to 
watch  with  the  cattle  until  midnight." 


146  DOC  AS. 

The  cattle  were  restive,  for  they  were  in  a 
strange  place.  All  of  a  sudden  an  owl  gave  a 
screech  from  a  tree  in  the  midst  of  the  herd. 
The  cattle  became  frightened  and  began  to  run 
toward  Oshda.  There  were  so  many  of  them 
and  they  were  coming  so  fast  that  Oshda  knew 
he  would  be  run  over  if  he  rode  toward  them,  so 
he  turned  his  horse  and  rode  as  fast  as  he  could 
ahead  of  them. 

When  he  got  a  little  ahead,  he  began  to  turn 
the  herd  toward  the  left.  He  did  not  try  to  turn 
the  whole  big  herd  at  once,  but  only  to  make  the 
front  ones  run  crosswise.  The  other  herders 
helped  him,  and  soon  more  of  the  cattle  began 
to  run  toward  the  left. 

After  a  little  the  whole  herd  were  running  round 
in  a  circle.  The  herders  let  the  cattle  run  round 
and  round  as  long  as  they  liked,  but  by  and  by  the 
cattle  got  so  dusty  and  tired  and  dizzy  that  they 
stopped  running  of  their  own  accord.  The 
herders  then  drove  them  back  again,  for  they 
were  no  longer  afraid. 

When  the  cattle  were  safely  back,  Oshda  said, 
"  We  must  keep  singing  or  whistling  all  night. 
That  will  let  the  cattle  know  that  some  one 
is  near  them,  and  they  will  not  be  so  easily 
frightened." 

So  all  the  rest  of  the  night  the  darkness  was 
filled  with  the  sound  of  singing,  and  the  cattle 


WITH  DON  SECUNDINI  ROBLES.  147 

were  quiet.  Oshda  and  the  herders  with  him 
watched  until  midnight ;  then  others  came  out  to 
relieve  them. 

Meanwhile,  the  people  at  the  Robles'  adobe 
had  been  having  a  gay  time,  for  they  had  a  bar- 
becue under  the  spreading  grape  vines  when  they 
first  went  to  the  house,  and  in  the  evening  they 
had  a  dance. 

Next  morning  the  work  with  the  cattle  began 
again,  and  all  day  every  one  was  busy.  At  the 
end  of  that  time,  the  cattle  belonging  to  the  dif- 
ferent ranches  were  separated,  the  calves  were 
branded  with  the  special  mark  of  the  owners,  and 
the  cattle  were  all  turned  out  to  roam  again. 

FOR    A    CONCLUSION. 

AND  so  Docas  lived  his  life,  —  as  a  small  boy  at 
the  Indian  rancheria,  as  a  larger  boy  and  man 
at  the  Mission,  and  as  an  old  man  with  his  chil- 
dren and  grandchildren  about  him  at  the  home  of 
Don  Secundini.  He  was  a  very  old  man  when 
he  went  to  the  Robles'  home,  for  it  was  in  1769 
that  the  first  white  man  came  to  the  rancheria,  and 
it  was  1849  before  Don  Secundini  built  the  big 
adobe  ranch  house.  His  life  of  mingled  play  and 
work  is  ended,  and  therefore  ended  also  is  the  story 
of  Docas,  the  Indian  boy  of  Santa  Clara. 


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PRONUNCIATION    OF   NAMES 
INDIAN   NAMES. 


Alachu 
Ama  . 
Apa 
Colla  . 
Docas  . 
Heema 
Keoka . 
Kole  . 
Massea 
Occano 
Oshda  . 
Pantu  . 
Putsha . 
Shecol  . 
Unwa  . 
Yappa  . 
Yeeta  . 
Yisoo  . 


Almaden 
Antonio 
bueno  . 
Carmel 
cascarone 


SPANISH   WORDS. 


A  la'chu 

A 'ma 

A'pa 

Ko'la 

Do'kas 

He'ma 

Ke  o'ka 

Ko'la 

Mas  sa'a 

6  ka'no 

Osh'da 

Pan'tu 

Pu'cha 

She'col 

Um'wa 

Ya'pa 

Ye'ta 

Ye'su 


Al  ma  danp 
An  to'nyo 
bwa'no 
Car  mal' 


PRONUNCIATION  OF  NAMES. 


Catala. 

Diego  . 

Dolores 

Donna  Maria 

Don  Secundini  Robles 

Guadalupe    . 

Junipero  Sena 

metate 

Monterey 

Pena    . 

Portola 

rancheria 

rodeo  . 

San  Francisco 

San  Francisquito    . 

San  Jose 

Santa  Gara  . 

Sefiora          .         . 

Senor  Martinez 

Senor  Sanchez 

Senor  Soto    . 

tortillas 

Tulare. 

tule 


Ca  tala 

go 
DoK 

Do'na  Ma  re'a 

Don  Sa  kun  de'ne  K 

1-i  lu'pa 

Hun  e  j\i'ro  Sar'ri 
mat 

Mon  ta  ra' 
Pa'na 
For  t6  la' 
ran  cha  re'a 
roda'o 

San  Fran  thes'co 
San  Fran  thes  ke'td 
San  Hosa' 
San'ta  Cla'ia 
San  ny5'ra 
San'n\  or  Mar  te'nai 
San'nyor  San'chaz 
^n'nyor  S5'to 
tor  tellyas 
Tula'ri 
tula 


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